: the jazz and moi I also love when we're three La contrebasse, la batterie, le jazz et moi Ca fait deja plus que ca Le vibraphone, le trombone, le jazz
in jazz I saw the genius come out of the bottle freakin' out the old man in the candystore a sad eyed jazz-cat tried to sell his trumpet whatever the
what I'm talkin' about? okay. This is sort of like jazz in it's own peculiar way. jazz is not dead, it just smells funny! okay, let's go! yeah man,
Rousseau walks on trumpet paths Safaris to the heart of all that jazz Through I bars and girders, through wires and pipes The mathematic circuits of the
trumpets were mellow And ev'ry gal only had one fellow No need to remember when 'Cause ev'ry thing old is new again (Dancin' at) Your Long Island Jazz
ALL: In high, High-So-, High So-ci, High So-ci-ety. ARMSTRONG: I wanna play for my former pal- He runs the local jazz festival. His name is Dexter and
Knickerbocker, now we're going to be In high, high so High soci High society I wanna play for my former pal He runs the local jazz festival His name
What makes jazz is a good downbeat! Your heart starts pumpin', Your feet start stompin', The whole world's jumpin'; You feel like bustin' outta your skin, It's jazz
It was cool in the fifties scattin' to jazz and be-bop It was the sound they were throwin' down From LA to New York and in every town And with the rhythm
meets a jazz band. at first tubby doesn't know how to fit in, but the band shows him tha Tune he learned from the bullfrog can be jazz, too. The jazz
own, Pop's told me value home Could I help it Poppa was a Rolling Stone Who loved the pretty brown round Out of town bound Jumping in his jazz Benz
Pop's told me value home Could I help it papa was a rolling stone Who loved the pretty brown round Out of town bound Jumping in his jazz Benz he touring
the sound of music Not up a hill ... but down to an old wharf shack Inside I heard the trumpet call I salute to the champions on the wall And in the Jazz
Rousseau walks on trumpet paths Safaris to the heart of all that jazz Through I bars and girders-through wires and pipes The mathematic circuits of the
a jazz band. At first Tubby doesn't know how to fit in, but the band shows him that the tune he learned from the Bullfrog can be jazz, too. The Jazz
Prelude to a Kiss Ev'n the trumpet player's smilin' now She's walkin' the line, scattin' in rhyme, she's a divine jewel of jazz She's brazen, simply
Music & Lyrics by Alan Paul & Les Pierce It was cool in the fifties scattin' to jazz and be-bop It was the sound they were throwin' down From LA to New