Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Acid Jazz Singer, artist - The Fratellis.
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
Acid Jazz Singer |
Well, let me tell you something, let me tell you so |
This could be the one thing that you really need to know |
You got to stop once in a while and shake off that face of yours |
'Cause nothing comes easy, oh, it just comes free |
You could sing it better if you’d sing it for me, oh sister |
Well, I cannot claim this advice as my own |
I learned it in the gutter one night, crawling home |
She said, «Don't you look ridiculous?» |
I checked her out meticulously |
And I would’ve stopped to argue but my teeth were broke |
I said, «I'd love to contradict you, but my life’s a joke, oh sister» |
She said I’m no genius and I’ve lost my self |
The books are on the table and the secret’s on the shelf |
And it’s one time, keep it slow, wind them up and here we go |
Get it right today and you may still be here tomorrow |
Some said she was saintly, to some she was a swinger |
Me, I only knew her as an acid jazz singer, come on |
Well, I’m a lucky man and maybe so is she |
And maybe this is just the way it has to be |
It’s all based on speculation |
Seems a crazy occupation to me |
And though I didn’t much believe her I was bound to call |
I really didn’t want to miss a single thing at all, oh sister |
She said, «I'm no genius and I’ve lost my self |
The books are on the table and the secret’s on the shelf» |
And it’s one time, keep it slow, wind them up and here we go |
Get it right today and you may still be here tomorrow |
Some said she was saintly, to some she was a swinger |
Me, I only knew her as an acid jazz singer, come on |
She said, «I'm no genius and I’ve lost my self |
The books are on the table and the secret’s on the shelf» |
And it’s one time, keep it slow, wind them up and here we go |
Get it right today and you may still be here tomorrow |
Some said she was saintly, to some she was a swinger |
Me, I only knew her as an acid jazz singer, come on |
I haven’t seen her lately, man, I have to ring her |
Put your hands together for the acid jazz singer come on |