Lester Brown

bowler and a tie

silk and satin guy

fine Italian shoes it’s Lester Brown

you hear the ladies sigh

you know the reason why

word is out: Lester’s back in town

and when he walks by

twirls a stick and winks an eye

the ladies blush like springtime on the rose steaming apple pie

evening drawing nigh

won’t be long before the sunset hour glows

now there’s a sweet magnolia breeze catbirds in the trees

a little sugar with your lemonade

you can curtsey if you please

hear the cornet melody

Lester’s back on the Basin Street parade and when he walks past

it happens all so fast

he lights ‘em up like match to gasoline and the setting sun’s outclassed

at how that Lester lasts

dusk to dawn he shines on New Orleans