(Jule StyneBob Merrill)



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 leaves his wife and kiddies

Sitting with their tongues out

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 somedays 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

On ragtime oldies

He's gotta go

Back on the road



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

A silver plated wow, wow mute

He's shy on height

He's short on weight

But he's the only man

Can make my coffee percolate

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