Sounds like there's a werewolf living in your throat And a little brown bag of something in your coat ...You want to sing along but the melody's absurd Zoo Be do be do doo..did you forget the words...Is that Jazz? Is that Jazz? Is that Jazz?...You can turn up on time But the notes aren't on the beat ..There's a little cellar door down a lane way off the street ...He smokes four packs a day but his saxophone smokes five... It's only curiosity that's keeping him alive...Is that Jazz? Is that Jazz? Is that Jazz?...They're sleeping in chairs and living in beds.. A used needle playing Billy in their heads Round 'n' round the mulberry bush, Trying to find a park ...You hear more black notes on a piano after dark....Is that the banjo player's Ferrari? I believe it's his manager's..The sun goes down and it's time to get up.. And measure some more pleasure into a coffee cup ...People breathe in but they forget to breathe out ...Is there a Count or a Duke or a Doctor in the house?...Is that Jazz? Is that Jazz? Is that Jazz? That's what they tell me ...That's Jazz

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