Jehovah And All That Jazz Testo

Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraff dancing in the sun I sing for thee Praise to the ugly and the dispossessed and the genius born of the viper's nest You have set me free Hey, you cranks and you clowns with your heads hanging down I bring good tidings to you For all the talent that he has Jehovah don't play jazz like the devil do See the rose sprung from the heap of dung the shafthorse hot and heavy hung shamelessly Check the star dust oozing in the mud on it pilgrimage to flesh and blood Now ain't that you and me Hey, you Shakespeares in rags little heretics and hags To thine own self be true Well, he may be beautiful and king but Jehovah he don't swing like the devil Birdman, Birdman, what's the word, man Into the night we go Billie, Billie, knock me silly Sing to me soft and low Save me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as ice I'd sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise So I toot my toot for the man with roots Hey, fifer on the E-flat flute play on, play on All you sinners and you infidels you you artful madmen bound for hell come sing along Come on, you potty-trained saints spouting' isms and ain'ts Dig the poetry my man Well all deference to his throne Gabriel he don't play no saxophone like Coltrane can Now, save me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as ice I'd sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise I'd sooner catch fire than kill my desire Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraff dancing in the sun I sing for you For all the talent he has Jehovah don't play jazz like the devil do Yeah, the devil do Must admit he do Ah, da devil do Birdman, Birdman, what's the word, man Into the night we go Billie, Billie, knock me silly Sing to me soft and low Foll all the talent that he has Jehovah don't play no jazz ....