Chicago Style

Look out

You ready for this?

Who's that comin' 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 shirts straight from Paris, cigarettes from the Nile

He talks like a eyebrow but he plays Chicago style

He gets his shoes made in London and they're real crocodile

But he plays trombone Chicago style

And he sometimes plays sweet hup-toodle-oodle-oodle-dee-ooo

But sweet or hot he's always got that real gut bucket beat

He's got a neat Latin moustache and the girls love his smile

But he plays trombone Chicago style

A trombone made in Newark played in Chicago style

Chicago style

Chicago style

He gets his neckties from Naples and his socks from Argyle

Speaks Oxford English but he plays Chicago style

Wears a stickpin from Rio, are you listenin'?

You can see it for a mile but he plays trombone Chicago style

And he sometimes plays sweet uncle Jake's weary blues

But sweet or hot, he's always got that real gut bucket beat

He likes New York for the Opera and gets two on the aisle

But he plays trombone Chicago style

A trombone made in Newark played in Chicago style

Yes, sir, hey, hey

A trombone played Chicago style