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Look out!You ready for this?Who's that comin' down the thoroughfareThe sunshine flashin' on his ringBowin' left and right and here and thereThat's Chester, the trombone kingHe gets his shirts straight from ParisCigarettes from the NileHe tallks like a 'eyebrow', but he plays Chicago styleHe gets his shoes made in LondonAnd they're real crocodileBut he plays trombone...Chicago styleAnd he sometimes plays sweetHup-toodle-oodle-oodle-dee-oooBut sweet or hot, he's always gotThat real gut-bucket beatHe's got a neat Latin moustacheAnd the girls love his smileBut he plays trombone...Chicago styleA trombone made in NewarkPlayed in Chicago styleSongtexteChicago styleChicago styleHe gets his neckties from NaplesAnd his socks from ArgyleSpeaks Oxford English, but he plays Chicago styleWears a stickpin from Rio, are you listenin'You can see it for a mileBut he plays trombone...Chicago styleAnd he sometimes plays sweetUncle Jake's weary bluesBut sweet or hot, he's always gotThat real gut-bucket beatHe likes New York for the OperaAnd gets two on the aisleBut he plays trombone...Chicago styleA trombone made in NewarkPlayed in Chicago styleYes sirHey-heyA trombone played Chicago style Aus Songtexte Mania