Lyrics:
What will it take for them to leave me alone
Don't they know I'm just a guy who sings songs
I'm not promoting no hit record
And I don't have no TV
and talked about going steady
I've got two hundred records and a big hi-fi
I sit and listen to Ella and Basie all night
I played modern jazz of every
get your guitar, let's go, go, go
Johnny plays the guitar at the weekly record hop
He starts starts to twist and turn and then they wouldnæ?° let him
apart
But can you tell me why?
They made a good bowl of chili at the jazz club
They played a good game of football in Mucron
They ripped everyone off
Mid carson ruin.
The vehicle realestate.
Giants jazz.
The crownhate cadence.
Rainier in December.
Joan of July.
Seven story kids.
The archers of rea.
vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all rock,
vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all rock,
say the old folks it goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono, boy did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all blues,
vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all rock,
to Bluenote and Black Jazz
Impulse, CTI records and Plusga
Verve to Milestone, Atlantic and Muse
There's plenty more that I could name but ya'll won't put them
vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all rock,
hundred little records
All rockin' rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down
The rapid tempo of the music fell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
get away with that?
You criticize our method of how we make records
You said, it wasn't art, so now we're gonna rip you apart
Stop, check it out my
believe in
And Joan Baez
I never listened
To too much jazz,
But hippie songs
Could be heard
In our pad
Eddie Rabbitt sang
About how much
He loved
And jazz and blues records during the day
Also Debussy on the third program
Early mornings when contemplation was best
Going up the Castlereagh hills
Not a lot, just a lil' touch Jeff
Word word
Ay Jeff do me a favor man, Jazz it up
Now bring it all back
Yo man now break it down and let me go
coffee shop tryst.
Eyes locked in silence deep, a love that dares to creep,
Through cool jazz cadences, propelled by all our senses.
In our window seat,
Drunk enough to stir some controversy, bitch let's fucking tape it
I feel amazing, making digits off my fucking cadence
Suck a dick hater while I selfie
""Naple's Jazz"" è il singolo d'esordio dei Killing Matthew, duo lombardo-marchigiano formatosi nella città francese di Grenoble.
Prodotto e
You feel like jazz
With the way you always sing to me
At night
Ooh baby
You feel like jazz
With the way you always kiss me
In the moonlight
I don't
"C'est la vie", say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono
Boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records
There's a guy
You ought to know
He can really play a saxophone
He's from Chicago
He recorded a song, that made
A big fuss
On Vee Jay Records
"see'est la vie", say the old folks, it go to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records
simply couldn't seem to finish the record
We needed more tracks so we hooked up symp t
But everything we tried kept coming up empty
We played the track
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