trouble with the jazz police? Jazz police are looking through my folders Jazz police are talking to my niece Jazz police have got their final orders Jazzer
a mile Does he strike up a fanfare? With that razzmatazz The man who invented jazz I wanna know how he does it Know what he has The man who invented jazz
can see, That what we're doing here on stage Is part of a great american tradition The tradition of the Jazz discharge party hats
deep, deep in the heat, fallen and weak... sometimes we meet. feet sending out beats on dirty streets... sometimes we speak. Wendy got it in the throat
strike up a fanfare? With that razzmatazz The man who invented jazz I wanna know how he does it Know what he has The man who invented jazz
Перевод: Джаз Гиллум. Я То Man Down В шахте.
t believe my ears Jazz police are looking through my folders Jazz police are talking to my niece Jazz police have got their final orders Jazzer, drop
up a fanfare? With that razzmatazz The man who invented jazz I wanna know how he does it Know what he has The man who invented jazz
were FULFILLED And so you can see That what we're doing here on stage Is part of a Great American Tradition The tradition of the JAZZ DISCHARGE PARTY
can't believe my ears Jazz police are looking through my folders Jazz police are talking to my niece Jazz police have got their final orders Jazzer
Желание загадав, Как перышко на дно Опустится твоя душа. И закатав рукав, Раскроет свой бутон Кровавым лезвием ножа И расцветет на твоем плече
Реки аморфных состояний... Душат горло свежей смертью... Истязания противоположных слияний Ищут мои зубы в этом конверте... Я - такая прелесть в этих
my people fly like an eagle And blow your entire cathingil Hurry hurry Don't worry worry Hit y'all with a flurry flurry of jazz Leaving y'all niggas
in a shoe box Saving, he promised his mom a crib in Atlanta And his pops got killed through debt, he was a dealer So he staged jazz, fox jump off the
rap, like your buried jazz. 'Cause we stop being whores, stop doing floors, so bitch you can fight your own wars. So if you see a man in red, white and
blow an artery Eat plastic surgery Keep your apology Give us more detonation (More! Gimme more! Gimme more!) Oh, let me tell you 'bout the sad man Shut up and let me see your jazz
the day Pat Boone might come along and take Daddy's blues away Ma might take Daddy's head into her hands Soothe awhile, soothe awhile, touch the boy inside the man
I salute to the champions on the wall And in the Jazz of squalls and impassioned brawls she danced And the night she looked so fine to me Oh I am a man