I wanna play for my former pal-
He runs the local jazz festival.
His name is Dexter and he's good news,
But sumpin' kinda tells me that he's nursing' the blues.
He's got the blues 'cause his wife, alas,
Thought writin' songs was beneath his class,
But writin' songs he'd not stop, of course,
And so he flew to Vegas for a quicky divorce.
To make him sadder, his former wife
Begins tomorrow a brand new life.
She started lately a new affair
And now the silly chick is gonna marry a square.
But, Brother Dexter, just trust your Satch,
To stop that weddin' and kill that match.
I'll not toot my trumpet to start the fun,
And play in such a way that she'll come back to you, son,