| Kurt
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| 'Bout twenty years ago way down in New Orleans
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| A group of fellas found a new kind of music
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| And they decided to call it… jazz!
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| No other sound has what this music has
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| Before they new it, it was whizzin' 'round the world
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| The world was ready for a blue kind of music
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| And now they play it from Steamboat Springs to La Paz
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| Oh baby, won’t you play me
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| Le Jazz Hot, maybe?
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| And don’t ever let it end
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| I tell ya, friend, it’s really somethin' to hear
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| I can’t sit still when there’s that rhythm near me
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| Also, baby
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| Le Jazz Hot may be
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| What’s holdin' my soul together
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| Don’t know whether it’s mornin' or night
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| Only know it’s soundin' right
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| So come on in and play me
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| Le Jazz Hot, baby
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| 'Cause I love my jazz… hot!
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| Before they new it, it was whizzin' 'round the world
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| The world was ready for a blue kind of music
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| And now they play it from Steamboat Springs to La Paz
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| When you play me
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| Le Jazz Hot, baby
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| You’re holdin' my soul together
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| Don’t know whether it’s mornin' or night
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| Only know it’s soundin' right
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| So come on in and play me
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| Le Jazz Hot, baby
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| 'Cause I love my jazz… hot!
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| Le… Jazz…Hooooot!!!
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| Le Jazz Hot! |