Hey Jack, that’s a marvellous hat
Those guys from New Orleans look just like that
It’s a style from before the war but it’s coming back
This gig you know it’s not my choice
But in the end we’ve got to pay the boys
And the public’s no artist, they just like the noise

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We’ve got to take whatever we get
We’ve got a future, we ain’t been born yet
And the river banks grow wider
And the men in long boats ride her
The women drink their cider in the sun
We’ll keep the rhythm tight
While the idlers go swinging out of sight
It’s their hallelujah night

Now I’m addicted to the beat
Lord I had such a vision of the street
Their were nights full of music down where the people meet
The whole crowd seemed to know the tune
The park was bathing in the moon
I tell you Jack that paradise is coming soon

Chorus

You’re the man, you’re the face
Me I’m just a burnt-out case
But we’re in this together now, so let’s work the place

Chorus