Cornet Man

Cornet Man

The lady ain't been born
Can take the place of a horn,
With a cornet man.
c-goin' where there's blowin',
Trav'lin' cornet man.
Just anytime they call him
He'll leave his wife and kiddies
Sittin' with their tongues out
To play for peanuts in a dive
cnd blow his lungs out.
He'll hop a choo-choo on a moment's notice
To play some dates with Billy Bates
Or Rag-time Otis!
The lady ain't see light
Can give a horn a fair fight
With a cornet man
c rootin', shootin', ever-tootin' Dapper Dan
Who carries in his satchel
c powder-blue Norfolk suit,
c silver-plated wah-wah mute,
There is whiskey, gamblin'--each one is a curse,
But I'm up against a devil that's worse.
Yes, a horn is my thorn,
My trav'lin' cornet man!
Kill yourself! Tell me about it! Yeah! Yeah!
c powder-blue Norfolk suit,
I said a silver-plated wah-wah mute,
Oh, he's shy on height,
He's short on weight,
But he's the only man can make my coffee percolate,
c Dapper Dan,
My cornet-playin' man.