Top Songs By Diana Ross & The Supremes
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Diana Ross & The Supremes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jule Styne
Composer
Bob Merrill
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Berry Gordy
Producer
Gil Askey
Producer
Lyrics
Wa wa wa?
Is that all you can say?
The lady ain't been born
Can't take the place of a horn
With the cornet man
I'll go on with this blowing traveling cornet man
Just anytime they call him
He leaves his wife and kiddies
Sitting with their tongues out
To play for peanuts in some dive
And blow his lungs out
He'll hop the choo-choo on the moon
It's noticed to play someday's with Billy Bates
A ragtime oldies
The lady ain't see light
Can't give a home a fair fight
With that cornet man
A rutting shooten
A never tooten dapadam
Who carries in his schedule
Upon the blue North folks suit
A silver plated wow, wow mute
There is drinking, gambling
Each one a curse
But I'm over against
A devil that's worse
A horn is my thorn
He's the traveling cornet man
He's gotta go
Up on the road
He's got some dates
That Millie makes
He gave his notice
To ragtime oldies
He's gotta go
Back on the road
The lady ain't see light
Can't give a home a fair a fight
With that cornet man
A rutting shooten
A never tooten dapadam
Who carries in his schedule
Upon the blue North folks suit
Silver plated wow, wow mute
There is drinking, gambling
Each one is a curse
But I'm over against
A devil that's worse
Yeah, a horn is my thorn
He's the traveling cornet man
Say it again!
Upon the blue North folks suit
Silver plated wow, wow mute
Shy on height
Short on weight
He's the only guy can make my coffee percolate
My cornet player man
Say it again
No way
My cornet player man
Writer(s): Bob Merrill, Jule Styne
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