Outdoor jazz in Philly, what the dilly it’s a beautiful day in Philly, don’t get silly just cause my town ain’t hilly don’t mean the baseline is flat, get the bat, let’s play baseball, cause you know we got the Phillies. Outdoor jazz in Philly, what the dilly, we just came down, and a jazz band from Clef Club had ole heads getting their swerve on, felt like I was just born listening to dude blowing his horn, in the city of brotherly love. White, Asian and Haitian people of all persuasions was getting they best days in.
The music was good in the hood like it should, what the heck, what you expect, you shouldn’t be perplexed you know we got the best jazz bands on deck, outside bands can catch reck with no check. It was a beautiful scene even for people just looking through their screens, I mean, you didn’t have to come off the porch to light that Philly torch, people was on the grill selling necklaces, rings and things, you know that Philly bling. Cedar park before it got dark, is where the love was, next time come chill with your cuzz and you don’t need a buzz, and that’s just to keep the fuzz away, but hey maybe you need a break today.