| Say, did you ever
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| hear the saxophone
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| Let out an awful moan
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| Let out an awful groan?
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| It makes you feel so nervous
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| yet it’s great
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| It’s the saxophone a-callin'
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| to his mate
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| that sweet coquette
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| the clarinet
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| Now listen for a minute
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| and the birth of jazz you’ll hear
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| And where there is a little jazz
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| you’ll always find me near
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| For I’m a jazz vampire
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| Shake a foot
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| with me and dance, dance
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| Dancing is my specialty
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| Wise men keep out o' my way
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| They know I’ll lead 'em astray
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| They fall the minute I sway
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| I insist
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| you can’t resist a
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| Jazz vampire
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| Take a tip, take a tip, take a tip from me
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| For I am all the evil music has
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| Went down to the river, stood on the bank
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| Shook my shoulders and the boats all sank
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| For I’m the meanest kind of jazz vampire
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| I’m the wicked vampire of the jazz
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| Get up in the morning and I make the coffee whole
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| Ham and eggs turn over, put the crullers in a hole
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| Get upon a trolley car, the car begins to sway
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| Sit upon a half a dozen laps to start the day
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| I walk into the office and I greet the starter there
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| Six or seven elevators go up in the air
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| Sit down at my Remington and syncopate the keys
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| The fellow by the water stand gets water on the knees
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| The boss dictates a letter: «Dear sir, I’d like to state—»
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| The man who gets the letter has to stop and hesitate
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| And when the day is over and the sun sets in the west
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| Say I’m the only little bird who doesn’t go to rest
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| For I’m a jazz vampire
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| Take a tip, take a tip, take a tip from me
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| For I am all the evil music has
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| I stood by the ocean, no one around
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| Shook my shoulders and the sun went down
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| For I’m the meanest kind of jazz vampire
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| I’m the wicked vampire of the jazz |