If You Have To Ask What Jazz

I See Trees Of Green, Red Roses Too. I See Them Bloom For Me And You. And I Think To Myself What A Wonderful World. I See Skies Of Blue And Clouds Of White. The Bright Blessed Day, The Dark Sacred Night. And I Think To Myself What A Wonderful World

Red Beans And Ricely Yours.

You've Got To Be Good Or As Bad As The Devil.

There's Only Two Ways To Sum Up Music; Either It's Good Or It's Bad. If It's Good You Don't Mess About It, You Just Enjoy It.

All Music Is Folk Music. I Ain't Never Heard A Horse Sing A Song.