| Don’t you know, he was the king of saxophones
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| Yes indeed he was;
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| Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
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| Some people knew him by the Bean
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| But Hawkins was his name
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| He sure could swing and play pretty too
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| Sounds good to me -- should sound good to you
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| I love to hear him playing Body and Soul
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| Very pleasing to the ear
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| When I first heard it on the record
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| I just stopped-- right there,
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| Sounded like a band of angels in the sky,
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| And I have never ever heard a sweeter tone
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| In fact I pay no 'ttention to the saxophone
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| 'Til Coleman Hawkins came along and spoke to everyone --
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| Saying better listen won’t you hear me,
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| While I play for you --
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| Sometimes it’s hot
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| Then again it’s blue
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| My soul just seems to wander,
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| Pleasing each and everyone --
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| It’s what I’ve long been craving for
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| The doors have not been always open,
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| But I am trying to please you.
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| Please don’t try to stop me.
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| Hope you like it folks
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| And then he started cookin' --
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| Everytime he played
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| Some melodic melody fast or slow
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| You could tell that it was Hawkins --
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| No other one ever has
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| Quite captured his tone
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| Just he alone --
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| Has the sound that penetrates
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| It will sure go right through you
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| Yes it will --
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| And every chorus gives you just another thrill
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| Then along came Eddie Jefferson
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| He sang the melody like Hawkins played it He sang it true
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| He sang it blue
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| Made words for it too
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| All his fans in New York loved him
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| There’s no one above him
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| Here in the USA
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| I’ve heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
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| Oh how he could sing
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| Man did he swing
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| Sang on the wing, did his own thing
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| Yes he did
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| Throughout the country --
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| Music lovers are still wiggin' on Eddie’s singin'
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| All around the world -- he is known
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| Rhythm was his special joy --
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| He swung it like a horn
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| He must have been born to be a singer
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| 'Cause his lyrics were so sincere and true
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| Funny sad or blue
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| Oh yeah!
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| And we’ve got to remind you
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| Many years it took him
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| Singing every day to achieve his first claim to fame
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| He was twenty years ahead of his time
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| And he knew it But he kept right on-a singing
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| He went all around the world making rhythm
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| 'Cause music sure was in him and he knew it was
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| Sang with Moody and Richie Cole
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| He could sing it just like Bird
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| But his forte was the words he wrote to Music that he sang
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| So he sang, and he sang
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| And he sang his words so clever
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| And I know they’ll silence him never
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| 'Cause he cut this masterpiece
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| And now we’re trying to sing it for you
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| Hope the Bean and Eddie both would still approve
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| There we go We didn’t mean to reminisce
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| You can surely bet
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| That we won’t forget
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| 'Cause we hear them yet
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| Goodbye |