Jehovah and All That Jazz

Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraff

Dancing in the sun

I sing for thee

Praise to the ugly and the dispossessed and the genius born of

The viper's nest

You have set me free

Hey, you cranks and you clowns with your heads hanging down

I bring good tidings to you

For all the talent that he has Jehovah don't play jazz like the devil do

See the rose sprung from the heap of dung

The shafthorse hot and heavy hung shamelessly

Check the star dust oozing in the mud on it pilgrimage to flesh and blood

Now ain't that you and me

Hey, you Shakespeares in rags little heretics and hags

To thine own self be true

Well, he may be beautiful and king but Jehovah he don't swing like the devil

Birdman, Birdman, what's the word, man

Into the night we go

Billie, Billie, knock me silly

Sing to me soft and low

Save me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as ice

I'd sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise

So I toot my toot for the man with roots

Hey, fifer on the E-flat flute play on, play on

All you sinners and you infidels you you artful madmen bound for hell

Come sing along

Come on, you potty-trained saints spouting' isms and ain'ts

Dig the poetry my man

Well all deference to his throne

Gabriel he don't play no saxophone like Coltrane can

Now, save me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as ice

I'd sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise

I'd sooner catch fire than kill my desire

Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraff

Dancing in the sun

I sing for you

For all the talent he has Jehovah don't play jazz like the devil do

Yeah, the devil do

Must admit he do

Ah, da devil do

Birdman, Birdman, what's the word, man

Into the night we go

Billie, Billie, knock me silly

Sing to me soft and low

Foll all the talent that he has Jehovah don't play no jazz ....