Who's that
com in' down the thoroughfare,
The sunshine flashin' on his ring?
Bowin' left and right,
and here and there
That's Chester, the trombone king
He gets his shirt straight from Paris
Cigarettes from the Nile
He talks like a highbrow,
but he plays Chicago style
He gets his shoes made in London,
an d they're real crocodile
But he plays trombone,
Chicago style,
And he sometimes plays sweet.
But sweet or hot,
he's always got that real
gut -bucket beat.
He's got a neat Latin mustache,
And the girls love his smile.
But he plays trombone, Chicago style,
A trombone made in New Exalian,
Chicago style.
Chica go style.
Chicago style.
He gets his neckties from Naples
and his socks from our guy
Speaks Oxford English,
but he plays Chicago style
Wears a stick pin from Rio,
are you listening?
You can see it for a mile
But he plays trombone
Chicago style
And he sometimes plays swing
Uncle Jake's weary blues,
but sweet or high,
He's always got that Regan Bucket beat.
He likes New York for the opera,
and gets two on the eye,
But he plays trombone,
Chicago style.
A trombone made in Munich,
played in Chicago style.
Yes sir, hey hey,
a trombone major called
Ghost -Eye