All Jazzed up and Nowhere to Go
Once I was a millionaire
It was a dream, it was a prayer
It was so great I now could gig
Play a full score with my jazz rig
I even bought a concert hall
gave out tickets to one and all
No one turned up every time
Is free jazz music such a crime?
There was Oswald on the drums
We played together with his chums
Johnny had a fine trombone
Sarah would sing the saddest song
Once we put ourselves on-line
Gave our pearls to the swine
But we never hit the news
Only had a hundred views
Then I made a TV ad
My million spent I was rather sad
But we always play jazz blues
In front of angry movie queues
Paul Anderson April 2015
…verygood , Paul…
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