Lyrics Leonard Cohen

Leonard Cohen

Jazz Police

Can you tell me why the bells are ringing?

Nothing's happened in a million years

I've been sitting here since Wednesday morning

Wednesday morning can't believe my ears

Jazz police are looking through my folders

Jazz police are talking to my niece

Jazz police have got their final orders

Jazzer, drop your axe, it's Jazz police!

Jesus taken serious by the many

Jesus taken joyous by a few

Jazz police are paid by J.Paul Getty

Jazzers paid by J.Paul Getty II

Jazz police I hear you calling

Jazz police I feel so blue

Jazz police I think I'm falling,

I'm falling for you

Wild as any freedom loving racist

I applaud the actions of the chief

Tell me now oh beautiful and spacious

Am I in trouble with the Jazz police?

Jazz police are looking through my folders ...

They will never understand our culture

They'll never understand the Jazz police

Jazz police are working for my mother

Blood is thicker margarine than grease

Let me be somebody I admire

Let me be that muscle down the street

Stick another turtle on the fire

Guys like me are mad for turtle meat

Jazz police I hear you calling

Jazz police I feel so blue

Jazz police I think I'm falling,

I'm falling for you