To Jazz, Or Not To Jazz, There

Making Money Ain't Nothing Exciting To Me. You Might Be Able To Buy A Little Better Booze Than The Wino On The Corner. But You Get Sick Just Like The Next Cat And When You Die You're Just As Graveyard Dead As He Is.

I Don't Need Words. It's All In The Phrasing.

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!

Jazz Is What I Play For A Living.

We All Do 'do, Re, Mi,' But You Have Got To Find The Other Notes Yourself.