| 'Bout twenty years ago way down in New Orleans
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| A group of fellers 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 knew 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 you, friends, it’s really something to hear
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| I can’t sit still when there’s that rhythm near me
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| Also, baby, «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 morning or night
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| Only know it’s sounding right
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| So come on in and play me
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| «Le Jazz Hot», baby
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| 'Cos I love my Jazz…
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| Hot!
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| Before they knew 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 «Le Jazz hot», baby
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| You’re holding my soul together
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| Don’t know whether it’s morning or night
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| Only know it’s sounding right
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| So come on in and play me
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| «Le Jazz Hot», baby
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| 'Cos I love my Jazz… hot!
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| Love… Jazz…
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| Hot!
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| «Le Jazz Hot!» |