Lyrics:

Just dig that scenery floating by,
Were now approaching Newport, Rhode I.
Weve been, for years, In Variety,
But, Cholly Knickerbocker, now were going to be

In High, High So-
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.

I wanna play for my former pal-
He runs the local jazz festival.
His name is Dexter and hes good news,
But sumping kind of tells me that hes nursing the blues

In High, High So-,
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.

Hes got the blues cause his wife, alas,
Thought writing songs was beneath his class,
But writing songs hed not stop, of course,
And so she flew to Vegas for a quickie divorce

In High, High So-,
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.

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

In High So-,
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.

But, Brother Dexter, just trust your Satch,
To stop that wedding and kill that match.
Ill toot my trumpet to start the fun,
And play in such a way that shell come back to you, son,

In High, High So-
High So-ci-,
High So-ci-ety.