To Jazz, Or Not To

The Best I Can Do Is Stay Happy.

You See, Pops, That's The Kind Of Talk That's Ruining The Music. Everyone's Trying To Do Something New, No One Trying To Learn The Fundamentals First. All Them Young Cats Playing Their Wierd Chords. And What Happens? No One's Working.

When You're With Another Tea Smoker It Makes You Feel A Special Kinship.

Music Is Either Good Or Bad, And It's Got To Be Learned. You Got To Have Balance.

It's Getting Almost So Bad A Colored Man Hasn't Got Any Country.