Here are some really simple lyrics to a really simple song I concocted for the various kids in my life. It is my first attempt at a vocal track... ever. Maybe my last? The link to the song, in mp3 format, is below the lyrics. I think it is kind of fun!
Swamp Jazz
There was an alligator His name was Mighty Max And everywhere he went He left his mighty tracks He cruised around the swamp All day and every night Looking for somethin’ tasty Things that he could bite Well, Max like looking good In his alligator leather He wore it quite exclusively Out in any weather Didn’t need sun glasses When he walked onto the scene His teeth were big an pointy He was always getting mean Yes, he liked layin’ low He liked stayin’ cool He liked playin’ bass He liked to sing the blues Struttin’ yeah Oh yeah Layin’ low And staying cool Mighty Max He’s the man He played bass He sang the blues Swamp Jazz, smokin’ Always on his mind Swamp Jazz That certain bump and grind Swamp Jazz | All the lady gators loved him Watched him when he walked They sighed and heaved and fainted When they heard the way he talked He knew just how to treat ‘em ‘Cause he had all the moves And when it came to dancing He knew all the latest grooves All his friends thought him the greatest The rest looked on in fear They all made him a space Whenever he’d draw near He always had the plan He was the leader of the swamp Anyone that crossed him Would experience his chomp But he liked being mellow Sitting in the shade And checking out the ladies They all made the grade He like layin’ low He liked stayin’ cool He liked lookin’ good Swamp Jazz Struttin’ yeah Stayin’ mellow Everything’s all right With Swamp Jazz It’s smokin’ Always on his mind Swamp Jazz That certain bump and grind Swamp Jazz |
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