Gino Vanelli: Jehovah & all that jazz

Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraffDancing in the sunI sing for theePraise to the ugly and the dispossessed and the genius born ofThe vipers nestYou have set me freeHey, you cranks and you clowns with your heads hanging downI bring good tidings to youFor all the talent that he has jehovah dont play jazz like the devil doSee the rose sprung from the heap of dungThe shafthorse hot and heavy hung shamelesslyCheck the star dust oozing in the mud on it pilgrimage to flesh and bloodNow aint that you and meHey, you shakespeares in rags little heretics and hagsTo thine own self be trueWell, he may be beautiful and king but jehovah he dont swing like the devilBirdman, birdman, whats the word, manInto the night we goBillie, billie, knock me sillySing to me soft and lowSave me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as iceId sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradiseSo I toot my toot for the man with rootsHey, fifer on the e-flat flute play on, play onAll you sinners and you infidels you you artful madmen bound for hellCome sing alongCome on, you potty-trained saints spouting isms and aintsDig the poetry my manWell all deference to his throneGabriel he dont play no saxophone like coltrane canNow, save me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as iceId sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradiseId sooner catch fire than kill my desireHail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraffDancing in the sunI sing for youFor all the talent he has jehovah dont play jazz like the devil doYeah, the devil doMust admit he doAh, da devil doBirdman, birdman, whats the word, manInto the night we goBillie, billie, knock me sillySing to me soft and lowFoll all the talent that he has jehovah dont play no jazz ....