doomb doomb doomb doomb
glue man the glue
then the drums come in
thumpa thumpa thumpa thump
thumpa thumpa thumpa thump
then brushes gently set the stage
swishing around figure eight
next we hear from mr. sax
blow man, blow!
street grit and satin smooth
taking you here and there
raise you up knock you down
sax says what he’s got to say and then fades away
drums fade hi-hat only pish-pish pish-pish
piano comes in next
caressing the keys like something soft and sweet
tinkle tinkle tink
a little muscle now
bonk bonk BONK
trumpet comes on like a french whore’s whisper
syrupy brass sweet as her strut
playing long and low so what
close my eyes and it’s miles davis
pour down another whiskey order again
don’t want this fine night to ever end
