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The Supremes was an American girl group and a premier act of Motown Records during the 1960s. Founded as the Primettes in Detroit, Michigan, in 1959, the Supremes were the most commercially successful of Motown's acts and the most successful American vocal band, with 12 number-one singles on the Billboard Hot 100. Most of these hits were written and produced by Motown's main songwriting and production team, Holland–Dozier–Holland. It is said that their breakthrough made it possible for future African-American R&B and soul musicians to find mainstream success. Billboard ranked the Supremes as the 16th greatest Hot 100 artist of all time.Florence Ballard, Mary Wilson, Diana Ross, and Betty McGlown, the original members, were all from the Brewster-Douglass publi… more »

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1968

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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
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

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