Mr Jazz Himself 1917

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 01 Dec 2006
2006

I know a certain young fellow
who's filling people with joy;
how would you like to say hello
to this remarkable boy?
Everyone's talking about him,
he's been the topic for days;
He's just a winsome gent,
with an instrument, that plays:
I'd like to have you meet him:

Shake hands with Mister Jazz, Himself,
He took the saxophone from off the shelf,
and when you hear him play;
you'll say that he's been
taking lessons up in Heaven.
That dreamy moan, is his own, 'riginality;
he knows a strange sort of change in a minor key,
I don't know how he does it;
but when he starts to play the blues,
he's like a messenger of happy news;
no one else could ever do it as
my friend, Mister Jazz.

Shake hands with Mister Jazz, Himself,
He took the saxophone from off the shelf,
and when you hear him play;
you'll say that he's been
taking lessons up in Heaven.
That dreamy moan, is his own, 'riginality;
he knows a strange sort of change in a minor key,
I don't know how he does it;
but when he starts to play the blues,
he's like a messenger of happy news;
no one else could ever do it as
my friend, Mister Jazz.

I never cared about discords
they never cared about me;
But when I listen to his chords
we both agree to agree;
He's not a Wagner or Verdi
He's not a classy highbrow;
He's just the boy who has,
put the joy in jazz, and now:
I'd like to have you meet him:

Shake hands with Mister Jazz, Himself,
He took the saxophone from off the shelf,
and when you hear him play;
you'll say that he's been
taking lessons up in Heaven.
That dreamy moan, is his own, 'riginality;
he knows a strange sort of change in a minor key,
I don't know how he does it;
but when he starts to play the blues,
he's like a messenger of happy news;
no one else could ever do it as
my friend, Mister Jazz.

Shake hands with Mister Jazz, Himself,
He took the saxophone from off the shelf,
and when you hear him play;
you'll say that he's been
taking lessons up in Heaven.
That dreamy moan, is his own, 'riginality;
he knows a strange sort of change in a minor key,
I don't know how he does it;
but when he starts to play the blues,
he's like a messenger of happy news;
no one else could ever do it as
my friend, Mister Jazz.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano
piano
piano
piano
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Mr Jazz Himself 1917
Words & Music by Irving Berlin
© MCMXVII by Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Friday 01 December 2006 at 10.38pm
in association with Doug Grierson
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