Dr. Jazz Dr. Jazz
Bake my jelly roll
You quicken my pulse
You make my rhythm slow
Crawfish gumbo
Rhythm from the jungle
Big chief rocking
I follow the voodoo king
Oolamalawaladollar
That’s what the fez he sing
In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight…
Let’s bungle in the jungle — well, that’s all right by me.
I’m a tiger when I want love,
but I’m a snake if we disagree.
There’s a princess named Celeste
Eyes like fire her hairs a mess
Incense burning my luck is turning
I can’t tell but I’m under her spell
Occasion, persuasions clutter your mind
Incense and peppermints, the color of time.
Time and motion
Live and love and dream
Eyes connect like interstellar beams
I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down
I feel my heart start to trembling
Whenever you’re around
Sheer heart attack
Sheer heart attack
Real cardiac
I feel so in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar-tic-u-late
The blacksmith and the artist
Reflect it in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
A blacksmith courted me, nine months or better
He fairly won my heart, wrote me a letter
With his hammer in his hand, he looked so clever
And if I were with my love, I would live forever
And nothing sure is forever, when forever’s no time at all
As I lie amongst the heather bed, high above the ocean’s roar
I seem to hear my name being called, yet who am I waiting for?
I’m waiting for my man
Twenty six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, Onto Five
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
He said there’s nothing I can prescribe
To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive
I got some money
Give me one more shot
He said I’d like to help you son
I said Thanks a lot.
There’s a hole in daddy’s arm
Where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothing
I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don’t stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long
On broken radios
Heard a lot of talk about this Jesus
A man of love, and a man of strength
But what a man was two thousand years ago
means nothing at all to me today
Jesus was a Capricorn, he ate organic foods.
He believed in love and peace and never wore no shoes.
Long hair, beard and sandals and a funky bunch of friends.
Reckon they’d just nail him up if He come down again.
Sail on home to Jesus, won’t you good girls and boys
I’m all in pieces, you can have your own choice
But I can hear a heavenly band full of angels
And they’re coming to set me free
I don’t know nothing ’bout the why or when
But I can tell that it’s bound to be
Jesus don’t want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are not made like me
Don’t expect me to cry
For all the reasons you have to die
Don’t ever ask your love of me
Well this song was written
In New York City
A rich man, preacher and slave
Well if Jesus was to teach here
What he teached in Gallilee
They would lay Jesus Christ in his grave
I did not put you here to suffer
I did not put you here to whine
I put you here to love one another
And to get out and have a good time