Jazz
Oh yeah, it's our music
Good ole U.S. beats
The flying of the piano keys
The woo woo woo of the trumpet
Then we got the sax--that birdie bugle
And our bass, deep pluckings.
We hear it in our elevators
Movies with rich and poor
Jazz is for all people
If I went to nightclubs, I'd hear it there
Jazz is the music of the night
Hot summer nights in the city
Jazz is the music of America
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