And now my friends, I have a sad story to tell.
No, no, when I go like this (thumbs up) you cheer and applaud when I go like this (thumbs down) you hiss and boo. There was a time in my life I was walking side by side with the devil.
Yes, Satan was knocking at my door, and I was ready to let him in
Now all you fellow sinners, raise your hands skyward and repeat after me "Hallelujah" All together, "Hallelujah"
Now I want all of you to join me in song, but only when the spirit moves you. All right boys, nice and slow, we're in F.
Salvation Army, Salvation Army, put a nickel on the drum, save another drunken bum;
Salvation Army, Salvation Army, put a nickel on the drum and you'll be saved.
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Hey, there was a time in my life I was lying in the gutter, I was all covered with beer
I had peanuts in my eyebrows, I knew the end was near.
But along came the Salvation Army. Now wait a minute, wait a minute,
they saved me from the hearse
Now everybody, everybody bust a gut, and sing the 2nd verse.
Salvation Army, Salvation Army, put a nickel on the drum, save another drunken bum;
Salvation Army, Salvation Army, put a nickel on the drum and you'll be saved.
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Hey, there was a time in my life when I used to drink one quart of booze a day
. There was a time in my life when I smoked 4 packs of cigarettes a day.
And there was a time in my life when I used to go out with wild and wanton women.
Yeah, I used to go out with wild and wanton women.
Everybody, all together, "Right on". "Right on".
Hey, But along came the Salvation Army
Now I no longer drink a quart of booze a day
And I no longer smoke 4 packs of cigarettes a day.
And I no longer go out with wild and wanton women
[Hey, Joe, what about that waitress last night?]
Oh, wait, yeah, well, maybe once in a while
All I do is stand here all day and beat that darn genostopher: 1, 2, 3
Salvation Army, Salvation Army, put a nickel on the drum, save another drunken bum;
Salvation Army, Salvation Army, put a nickel on the drum and you'll be saved.
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BAD JAZZ
(spoken while St James Infirmary is played in the background)
There's a lot of BAD JAZZ being blown on the scene today
A lot of cats wailing, they ain't got nothing to say.
Now they're flipping up here, trying to look real cool
But ain't none of us kiddies here that don't know a fool.
The trouble is, most people don't have an ear
Most times I think, they just can't hear.
Because some of that jazz is beyond belief
It's going to cause us kiddies a lot of grief.
Now as long as the squares think they're having a ball
They're going to swing right on down to their fall.
Now the main reason they take all that guff
Is because it's played over and over – enough!
Over and over they're laying down sounds
Written for the maestros by some hungry hounds crying, "Oh yeah." [Echo] "Oh yeah."
These kiddies dig our beat.
Listen to the cornballs shuffling their feet.
But daddy, they ain't shuffling, they're scraping
Ain't got no idea from what they're escaping.
No man, it's the truth they can't play.
A lot of revolutions got started that way.
Hey, any of you zombies listening? [Echo} "No!"
You hear me well.
It ain't often you're going to hear that bell.
Wake up man, you ain't having a ball,
And if that bad scene continues, it's going to be the end of us all.
RIP
Herb Roselle
Atlantic City Jazz Band
http://www.myspace.com/atlanticcityjazzband
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