Lyrics Chicago Style - Bing Crosby , Rosemary Clooney

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