Cornet Man

Wa, wa, wa?
Is that all you can say?

The lady ain't been born
Can't take the place of a horn
With the cornet man
I'll go on with this blowing
Traveling cornet man

Just anytime they call him (He's gotta go)
He leaves his wife and kiddies
Sitting with their tongues out (He's gotta go)
To play for peanuts in some dive
And blow his lungs out

He'll hop the choo-choo on the moon
It's noticed to play someday's with Billy Bates
A ragtime oldies

The lady ain't see light
Can't give a home a fair fight
With that cornet man
A rutting shooten
A never tooten dapadam

Who carries in his schedule
Upon the blue North folks suit
A silver plated wow, wow mute?

There is drinking, gambling
Each one a curse
But I'm over against
A devil that's worse
Yeah, a horn is my thorn
He's the traveling cornet man

He's gotta go
Up on the road
He's got some dates
That Millie hates

He leaves his notice
To ragtime oldies
He's gotta go
Back on the road

The lady ain't see light (the lady ain't see light)
Can't give a home a fair a fight
With that cornet man
A rutting shooten
A never tooten dapadam

Who carries in his schedule
Upon the blue North folks suit
Silver plated wow, wow mute?

There is drinking, gambling
Each one is a curse
But I'm over against
A devil that's worse
Yeah, a horn is my thorn
He's the traveling cornet man

Say it again!
Upon the blue North folks suit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
A silver plated wow, wow mute (wow, wow, wow)
Shy on height
He's short on weight
But he's the only man
Can make my coffee percolate
I never dare
My cornet player man



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Merrill, Jule Styne
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