Well...

The lady ain't been born

Can take the place of a horn

With a cornet man

A-goin' where there's blowin'

Travellin' cornet man

Just anytime they call him

He'll leave his wife and kiddies

Sitting with their tongues out

To play for peanuts in a dive

And blow his lungs out

He'll hop a choo-choo on a moment's notice

To play some dates with billy bates

And rag-time otis.

The lady ain't seen light

Can give the horn a fair fight

With a cornet man

A rootin', shootin', ever-tootin' dapper dan

Who carries in his satchel

A powder-blue norfolk suit

A silver-plated wah-wah mute

There's-a whiskey, gamblin'

Each one's a curse

But I'm up against a devil that's worse

Yes, his horn's my thorn

He's my travellin' cornet man.

Pick it up, ottessa!

I'm fanny by the way, nice to meet ya

Boy, are you gorgeous!

I know this part!

My mama taught me this one

My daddy taught me this one

Back it up, boys

I'm takin' us home!

A powder-blue norfolk suit

A silver-plated wah-wah mute

'cause, he's shy on height

He's short on weight

But he's the only guy to make my coffee percolate

Dapper dan

My cornet-playin' man.