Red beans and ricely yours.
If you have to ask what jazz is, you'll never know.
Jazz is what I play for a living.
I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue and clouds of white. The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night. And I think to myself what a wonderful world
My whole life, my whole soul, my whole spirit is to blow that horn.
Don't do nothing halfway, else you find yourself dropping more than can be picked up.