Jazz it's like the little things
The very little things
That makes the world
A little brighter

Smooth like a lemon sorbe
Sweet like hot chocolate
Romantic like our old days
Makes me feel much better

The piano slips away
Like a little angel
The bass fiddle dances with us
And his steps are quick like a spider

I look up to the endless sky
Saying thank you for this jazz
Look at the beautiful stars
Take me to the endless air....