Текст песни Supremes, The -  Cornet Man   
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(Jule Styne/Bob Merrill) 
 
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 somedays 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 
Yeah, 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 hates 
 
He leaves his notice 
On 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 
A silver plated wow, wow mute 
He`s shy on height 
He`s short on weight 
But he`s the only man 
Can make my coffee percolate 
I never dare 
My cornet player man...