What a day!
Jazz all afternoon,
Jazz all evening.
We started at New Orleans,
The trumpets showing the way,
Showing the beginnings of jazz.
We were then taken to Tin Pan Alley
Where the world started to hear,
Hear these wonderful sounds.
Billy then came into the room
Singing her emotive words.
Across the sea we were taken
And ended up in Paris,
Where Django and Stephan changed the way
Into that wonderful sound,
That wonderful sound of violin and guitar.
Then the day finished in Harlem
Where jazz just grew and grew
And took the world to the wonder,
The absolute wonder of Jazz.
Then there was that group,
That group that brought tears,
Tears of laughter to our minds.
Guitar, banjo, sax and comb
AND COMB I here you say,,
Yes and comb
Buzzing away in wonder
And when he wasn’t playing the comb
He was hitting a suitcase with brushes,
Brushes and a foot.
The laughter abounded
But so did the appreciation,
These four guys playing jazz,
Playing jazz differently
But it was still jazz.
What a wonderful day,
A wonderful day had by all,
A day of glorious jazz.