Hey
Jackson, what's that you're playing,
Pops?
You know, it's very inter
esting how a song is born.
Can't you kind of jazz it up a little?
They took the tune and the words right
from the mocking bird
That's how a song was born
An d then I saw heaven breeze
come through the willow trees
And that's how a song was born
The tingly rain from the sky
be came a lullaby
And the blues must have come from a side,
from a side
When two hearts beat in time,
oh, bluebells began to chime
And that's how a song was born
It's a good deal,
Jackson
Now here's how jazz was born
We took a beat, jungle beat
Brought it to
Basin
Street
That's how jazz was born
An d then someone played a wail
All up and down the scale
And that's how jazz was born
They simply played what they liked
As long as it would fit
If it just had a beat, that was it
And then a horn gave a scream
They took it as a thing, and
I,
I,
I,
I, I
You