Jazz Fingers

Lyrics

[Intro] One, two One, two, three, four [Verse 1: Busdriver] Yeah [Perfect order isn't all Though it might be suitable for my pseudo-pointer Called them both to make a room full of all the smells Into a spoon full of mother's milk?] This is the first place I bumped into the jazz man He was about yea tall and yea wide And when he performed, his instruments would do a stage dive Different dictions wouldn't respect your efforts And affect to find it ready Tell the lidded of the generation gap A black milf wouldn't evade a rap And use jazz scales What will become of us in a world of high gloss and loud colors? He says he will be able to get a fixin' of love with a series of dialed numbers All the world said and pointing to the jazz man, sipping on Earl Grey tea Saying wall or the will via storm quarters 5/4 horns made up of skin of porcelain Third chair could work in a screen A sizable chunk of masonry And turn it into a popular logo Worn by girls on the beta team This is my vertebrae and backbone So they got the vertebrae to telephone And call the horn, the way my saxophone solos like a word Wall for color posters While [the sheet music?] [?] And has an enemy of the state Environmentally safe and sure 'Cause raps are the brass of ultra-covered up emotional torment Jazz man, jazz man! White people can point your co-ordinates on the laptop Are you the spirit of Horace Tapscott, or maybe Billy Higgins? (Nananana) Oh yeah, really? He told me he was a jazz musician On his own NASA mission And he never would grasp the [?] When we said we're in a bad position And told us to stop our fast livin' Slow down just a tad or smidgen Really? (Jazz man!) That so, Jazz man? Uh-huh, okay [Verse 2: Aceyalone] Mr. Jazz man Mr. Jazz man You wanna really be a part of my jazz band? You can play the part, you'll be set apart Get into the art class, man! Jazz man jacked lip Future in the past, man Present in the past, man Last man, everlasting jazz man Who you asking? Fast and slow, mastering the passion of the flow Surpassed, and I'm laughing at the jazz man The trash man, jazz man Can I have this last dance? Down with mass man, jazz man? Hopefully, the jazz man will be appreciative Of the world that they'll jump back in The past, the present, and the future And the people that support it And they know that it is good for the soul Maybe if you got into the music You would open up and see that it is necessary For the generations all to know About the ones listening to jazz Around the whole entire globe Is that so, jazz man? Really? [Instrumental]