Good morning, Jazzers
Good morning, masters
Will it make you tired
This morning bebop
This morning bebop
Do remember, Jazzers
When the Americans were
When the Blacks were playing
Were they pretending
Do remember, Jazzers
chorus:
What would Davis Miles say
What would Coltrane say
You're in coffee bar playing bass
With a bebop in your vein
With a bebop in your vein
What is the technique now worth
With you spinning three chords
What are the world's players worth
When you're playing country music
Good morning, Jazzers
They have their pockets filled with blues
And their heart is a desert
Down below Slavia
Where the tracks turn
Jazzers are going home