If It Hadn't Been For Jazz, There

Every Time I Close My Eyes Blowing That Trumpet Of Mine, I Look Right Into The Heart Of Good Old New Orleans. It Has Given Me Something To Live For.

Not Too Slow, Not Too Fast. Kind Of Like Half-fast.

To Jazz, Or Not To Jazz, There Is No Question!

The Colors Of The Rainbow So Pretty In The Sky Are Also On The Faces Of People Goin' By I See Friends Shaking Hands Saying, "how Do You Do" They're Really Saying "i Love You." I Hear Babies Cry, I Watch Then Grow They'll Learn Much More Than I'll Ever Know; And I Think To Myself, What A Wonderful World; Yes, I Think To Myself, What A Wonderful World. Oh Yeah!

If It Hadn't Been For Jazz, There Wouldn't Be No Rock And Roll.