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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Diana Ross & The Supremes
Diana Ross & The Supremes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jule Styne
Jule Styne
Composer
Bob Merrill
Bob Merrill
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Berry Gordy
Berry Gordy
Producer
Gil Askey
Gil Askey
Producer

Lyrics

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 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 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 makes He gave his notice To 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 Silver plated wow, wow mute Shy on height Short on weight He's the only guy can make my coffee percolate My cornet player man Say it again No way My cornet player man
Writer(s): Bob Merrill, Jule Styne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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