I'll bet right now most of the youngsters and hot club fans who hear the name Storyville hasn't the least idea that it consisted of some of the biggest prostitutes in the world ... Standing in their doorways nightly in their fine and beautiful negligees -- faintly calling to the boys as they passed their cribs.

I don't get involved in politics. I just blow my horn.

I've Got the World on a String.

At first it was just a misdemeanor, but then you lost the "mis-de" and you just got meaner and meaner.

Unless you know what it is I ain't never going to be able to explain it to you.

Every time I close my eyes blowing that trumpet of mine, I look right into the heart of good old New Orleans. It has given me something to live for.

We all do 'do, re, mi,' but you have got to find the other notes yourself.