| Lee Wallace NEW ZEALAND Jazz My skull at last cracked by your jazz I lay still in the corner The club abuzz But my sins overwhelming i sat on the scotch And snarled at all who came near it wasn't me, my dear I was shipped here in a cab And already I'd been dribbling To see you wholesomeness on stage in a tight dress And I tried cheering But the hall was so quiet And it came out as some kind of angry yowl And i was rapidly ejected Oh, I snuck my way back it But i was roughed up And I can't remember My dear Oh how I appreciate the jazz Especially your style
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