Jazz Festival

He lives where the music stops at night

No sweet melodies or lullabies

Fill the air, every day he's on the same old grind

Living for the job, years are passing by

And he goes running all around town

Until the sun comes down

Missing all of the sounds

Love life and that's just not right

So I said, let me take you down

I'll take you down to the Jazz Festival

The Jazz Festival

Let me take you down

I'll take you down to the Jazz Festival

The Jazz Festival, oh

He's unsure of how to sing or dance

But I think it's a crime to not give it a chance

I told him, baby, it's not that complicated

Don't worry about what I'll say, forget about it

I hear a rhythm playing beautiful sounds of art

It's the sound of the beat that you're making

Down here in your heart

And he paused for a moment

To hear if I was right

Listening for the music

Of life

And he said, won't you take me down

Take me down to the Jazz Festival?

The Jazz Festival

Won't you take me down

Take me down to the Jazz Festival?

The Jazz Festival, oh

Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh

(Damn, baby)

Let me show you how to dance

(You know I can't dance)

(Believe that)

(I ain't even tryna get out there, like you throwing down what you heard)

Oh, stop playin'

(Girl, you got it, I'm tryna be like you, girl)

Stop playin', come on, let me show you

(You need to stop with all that that there)

I gotta feature it

(Whoo, go ahead, go ahead)

Alright

(Break it down)

(Where you goin' there, love? Where you goin' next?)

One, one, two, three, four

(Don't worry about it)

One, two, one, two

(Don't worry about it)

Hey, I thought you couldn't dance

(Don't worry about it)

(Don't worry about it)

(Hey, you heard that?)

(Look at that, little bit of that)

Okay

(Come on, come on)

(Little bit of that, come on)

(What's that, what's that)

You had me fooled this whole time

(Who's that, who's that?)

(What's that, what thang?)

Uh-huh

(Girl, girl, stop with all that there right there)

One, two, one, two

(Girl, you know I got two left feet out here)

One, two, ha-ha

Go ahead, cut that stuff, boy

(I can't get a spin move)

(Tryna get Michael Jackson)

(More like Michael Jordan)

(Girl, come on, eat this po-boy sandwich if ya heard me)

That's what happens at the Jazz Festival