HAUTE SOCIETE

PAROLES DES CHANSONS DE "HAUTE SOCIETE"

(Cole Porter)

HIGH SOCIETY - CALYPSO

LOUIS ARMSTRONG
Just dig that scenery floatin' by.
we're now approachin' Newport Rhode 1.
We've been forever in Variety.
But Cholly Knickerbocker, now we're goin' to be

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

LOUIS ARMSTRONG
I wanna play for my former pal-
He runs the local jazz festival.
His name is Dexter and he's good news,
But sumpin' kinda tells me that he's nursing' the blues

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

LOUIS ARMSTRONG
He's got the blues 'cause his wife, alas,
Thought writin' songs was beneath his class,
But writin' songs he'd not stop, of course,
And so he flew to Vegas for a quicky divorce.

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

LOUIS 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.

ENSEMBLE
In high, High-So-,
High So-ci,

High So-ci-ety.

LOUIS ARMSTRONG
But, Brother Dexter, just trust your Satch,
To stop that weddin' and kill that match.
I'll not toot my trumpet to start the fun,
And play in such a way that she'll come back to you, son,

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

I LOVE YOU, SAMANTHA

Samantha, you're all
I'll ever adore,
So forgive me, do,
If I say to you
What I've said so often before.

I love you, Samantha,
And my love will never die.
Remember, Samantha,
I'm a one-gal guy.
Together, Samantha,
We could ride a star and ride it high.
Remember, Samantha,
I'm a one-gal guy.
And if some distant day
You decided to say,
"Get along, go away, goodbye!"
Remember, Samantha,
I'm a one-gal guy.
Remember, Samantha,
I'm a one gal guy.

LITTLE ONE

Little one, what should I do?
I just can't make any headway with you.

Little one, I was so gloomy,
Felt that life sure would undo me,
till, one night, you happened to me,
My little one.

Little one, no controversy,
You're my downfall, you're my Circe,
I'm a good guy, show me mercy,
My little one.
I have such love for you
Our future could be
Heaven above for you
And paradise for me.
Little one, fate might miscarry,
Little one, why do you tarry?
Little one, when may I marry you,
My little one?

WHO WANT TO BE A MILLIONNAIRE?

Who wants to be a millionaire? I don't
Have flashy flunkeys everywhere? I don't
Who wants the bother of a country estate?
A country estate is something I'd hate!
Who wants to wallow in champagne? I don't
Who wants a supersonic plane? I don't
Who wants a marble swimming pool too? I don't
And I don't `cause all I want is you

Who wants to be a millionaire? I don't
Who wants uranium to spare? I don't
Who wants to journey on a gigantic yacht?
Do I want a yacht? Oh, how I do not!
Who wants a fancy foreign car? I don't
Who wants to tire of caviar? I don't
Who wants a private landing field too? I don't
And I don't `cause all I want is you

TRUE LOVE

I give to you and you give to me
True love, true love
So on and on it will always be
True love, true love

(For you and I have a guardian angel)
(On high, with nothing to do)
But to give to you and to give to me
Love forever true

True love, true love

(For you and I have a guardian angel)
(On high, with nothing to do)
But to give to you and to give to me
Love forever true

YOU'RE SENSATIONAL

I've no proof when people say you're more or less aloof,
But you're sensational.
I don't care if you are called "The Fair Miss Frigidaire",
'Cause you're sensational.

You come on like a dream,
And if you'll say that one fine day you'll let me come to call
We'll have a ball
'Cause you're sensational...
Sensational.
That's all...

NOW YOU HAS JAZZ

Gentlefolk of Newport
Or should I say "hats and cats,"
Please lend an ear
That you all may hear
Some shimmering sharps and flats.
For those cosy virtuosi,
known as "hipsters" to the trade,
wish to show you now
Precisely how
Jazz music is made.
Take some skins,
Jazz begins,
Take a bass
Steady pace,
Take a box,
One that rocks,
Take a blue horn New Orleans-born.
Take a stick
With a lick,
Take a bone,
Dixie-grown,
Take a spot,
Cool and hot,
Now you has jazz jazz jazz, jazz, jazz.

Now you has
Now you has jazz, jazz, jazz, jazz, jazz, jazz,
Now you
Has,
Now you
Has,
Now you
Has,
Now you has jazz, jazz, jazz, jazz, jazz.

Jazz
Now you has jazz

If you sail
Over the sea,
Take my tip
They're all molto hip
In Italy.
As for France,
Believe it or not,
Frenchmen all
prefer what they call
"Le Jazz Hot."
Take a plane
Go to Siam,
In Bangkok
Today, 'round the clock,
They have a jam.
Indians on
the Amazon
Beat one bar
and all of 'em are
gone, man, gone.
From the Equator
Up to the Pole,
Through the air
you hear everywhere
Rock and roll.
From the East
Out to the West,
Jazz is king,
Cause jazz is the thing
Folks
Dig

WELL, DID YOU EVAH?

MIKE:
I have heard among this clan
You are called a forgotten man

DEXTER:
Is that what they're sayin'?
Well, did you evah!
What a swell party this is!

MIKE:
And have you heard the story of
A boy, a girl, unrequited love?

DEXTER:
Sounds like pure soap opera

MIKE:
I may cry

DEXTER:
Tune in tomorrow

DEXTER:
What a swell party this is
What frills, what frocks

MIKE:
What broads

DEXTER:
What furs, what rocks

MIKE:
They're beautiful

DEXTER:
Why, I've never seen such gaiety

MIKE:
Neither did I!

DEXTER:
It's all just too, too exquis, really

MIKE:
This French champagne

DEXTER:
Domestic

MIKE and DEXTER:
So good for the brain

MIKE:
That's what I was gonna say!

DEXTER:
You know you're a brilliant fellow?

MIKE:
Thank you

DEXTER:
Drink up, chap.
Ah, please don't eat that glass, my friend.
Have you heard about dear Blanche?
Got run down by an avalanche.

MIKE:
No!

DEXTER:
Don't worry.
She's a game girl, you know.
Got up and finished fourth.

MIKE:
This kid's got guts.

DEXTER:
Havin' a nice time?
Grab a line

MIKE:
Have you heard that Mimsy Starr

DEXTER:
Oh, what now?

MIKE:
She got pinched in the Astor bar

DEXTER:
Sauced again, hey?

MIKE:
She was stoned!

DEXTER:
Well, did you evah?

MIKE:
Never!

MIKE and DEXTER:
What a swell party this is!

MIKE:
It's great

DEXTER:
Ah, it's great

MIKE:
It's grand

DEXTER:
So grand

DEXTER and MIKE:
It's wonderland!

DEXTER:
We sing

MIKE:
We sing

DEXTER:
So rare

MIKE
So rare

DEXTER and MIKE:
Like old Camembert
Like baba au rhum
DEXTER:
Ba, ba, ba bum!

Mike:
Don't dig that kind of crooning, chum!

DEXTER:
You must be one of the newer fellows!

DEXTER and MIKE:
Have you heard?
It's in the stars
Next July we collide with Mars
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party, a swell party, a swellegant, elegant party this is!

DEXTER:
I drink to your health

MIKE:
Nah! Let's drink to your wealth

DEXTER:
You're my bon ami

MIKE:
Hey, that's French!

DEXTER:
Liberty

DEXTER and MIKE:
Fraternity
Have you heard?
It's in the stars
Next July, we collide with Mars.
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party, swell party, swellegant, elegant party this is!

MIND IF I MAKE LOVE TO YOU?

In the heavens, stars are dancing and the mounting moon is new,
What a rare night for romancing, mind if I make love to you?
Since the dear day of our meeting, I wanted to tell you all I long to do,
Dawn is nearing, time is fleeting, mind if I make love to you?


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