Song Description

A rather silly playful song about what it must be like to be an eccentric old jazz musician.

Lyrics

My Soul?s In Jazz

If you see me around, you know you might just get that hunch
I?m still walking on air when I should have been home for lunch

I eat Thelonious for breakfast
And Miles or Mingus make a sweet sweet serenade
I live for the sundown when the music starts
In the jazz club hit parade

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I may seem out of touch
I don?t mind all that much
Because my soul?s in jazz

When you know you?re talking to me
You know in jazz I?m nobody?s fool
With Django or Dizzy
You can speak to me in bebop or jive or cool

It?s such a sweet conversation
When you?re walking with the Duke down on Rue Morgue Avenue
Then the music starts, and I?m listening to Bill
So I ain?t got time for you

(Chorus)

I know it seems so crazy
But I?m happy when I?m feeling blue
My memory?s getting hazy
But with jazz it?s right on cue

(Chorus)