jam. Nos aines ne trouvent pas normales, Ces explosions de joie, Mais au fond que fait-on de mal, En chantant: Idi boulia pa pebouda! En bras
: Le jazz reprend pour nous sa valse d'amour. Pourtant, du beau roman, c'est le dernier jour. J'ai mal, mais devant toi, je n'ose pas pleurer, Puisque
the blue train cover The real got surreal ?cause we feel you ain?t a ganster When I was a youngster, ate jazz and black Freedom had a pistol, it was just
like a Bosnian Serb A-drift I means a-draft I means I riff I means I raff Rap's ca-tas-trophe, don't want no brass tro-phy So okey-dokey folks, most provoke
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
sass of brass has made it last And it's the groove of blues from present to past Hey, what about some of those great legends of jazz? Yeah, like Jazz
of cash and you others bought a (?) Rabbit eyes couldn't see me threw a magnifying glass I was born in jazz and I shine like brass... (But what?) (what
down on Jazz Street They were movin their feet tryin' to make ends meet on Jazz Street All the little birdies go tweet tweet tweet on Jazz Street on Jazz Street on Jazz
s the Modern Jazz Quartet! She's a brass band, She's a harpsichord, She's a clarinet! She's the Philadelphia Orchestra, She's the Modern Jazz Quartet!
Le jazz reprend pour nous sa valse d'amour. Pourtant, du beau roman, c'est le dernier jour. J'ai mal, mais devant toi, je n'ose pas pleurer, Puisque tout
mes copines adorent ca Quand je prends l'engin dans mes bras Et que je me mets a jouer Dou da dou dou da dou dou dai Je commence a chorusser Le 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
repond : comment ? Je n' comprends pas Ce qui lui faut c'est un pas de mambo ce qui lui va c'est un p'tit cha-cha-cha ce qui la tient c'est le rythme cubain ce qui la dope c'est du jazz
jamais froid J'remue des pieds des mains et des bras Un jour je s'rais comme toi tu verras C'est surtout l' monde qui me dira Mister Jazz c'est l'extase
