Lyrics:

(Cole Porter)

Louis Armstrong - 1956





[Armstrong]

Just dig that scenery floating by,

We're now approaching Newport, Rhode I.

We've been, for years, In Variety,

But, Cholly Knickerbocker, now we're going to be



[All]

In High, High So-

High So-ci-,

High So-ci-ety.



[Armstrong]

I wanna play for my former pal-

He runs the local jazz festival.

His name is Dexter and he's good news,

But sumping kind of tells me that he's nursing the blues



[All]

In High, High So-,

High So-ci-,

High So-ci-ety.



[Armstrong]

He's got the blues 'cause his wife, alas,

Thought writing songs was beneath his class,

But writing songs he'd not stop, of course,

And so she flew to Vegas for a quickie divorce



[All]

In High, High So-,

High So-ci-,

High So-ci-ety.



[Armstrong]

To make him sadder, his former wife

begins tomorrow a brand-new life.

She started lately a new affair

And now the silly chick is gonna marry a square



[All]

In High So-,

High So-ci-,

High So-ci-ety.



[Armstrong]

But, Brother Dexter, just trust your Satch,

To stop that wedding and kill that match.

I'll toot my trumpet to start the fun,

And play in such a way that she'll come back to you, son,



[All]

In High, High So-

High So-ci-,

High So-ci-ety.