To Jazz, Or Not To Jazz, There

All Them Weird Chords Which Don't Mean A Thing...you Got No Melody To Remember, And No Beat To Dance To

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.

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

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

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!