BUT INSTEAD OF JAZZ…

 

Just the other day or so, I went wrong.

Tuned the radio to hear a jazz song.

            But all I got, beside the news, was a nursery sing.

            Instead of jazz, I got a nursery sing.

Yes, Instead of jazz, I heard this tune

Prancing through my living room.

            Mary had a little lamb,

            Little lamb, little lamb…

 

Damn!

 

I thought I would be smart and change the dial,

And so I did, but in a little while:

            Yes, all I got, beside the news, was a nursery sing.

            Instead of jazz, I got a nursery sing.

Jinglely verses were all they would play.

Come on, man, just go away!

            A tisket, a tasket.

            A green and yellow basket…

 

Blast it!

 

The rest of the day those records did spin,

Until my aching brain began to swim,

            For all I got, beside the news, was a nursery sing.

            Instead of jazz, I got a nursery sing,

Though I got the Farmer in the Dell,

I didn’t feel very well.

            Farmer in the Dell,

            Farmer in the dell…

 

Hell!

 

Then I got mad at a bridge falling down.

I threw the radio right to the ground,

            But all I got, beside the news, was a nursery sing.

            Instead of jazz, I got a nursery sing.

It did not smash and it did not break.

It was more than I could take!

            London Bridge is falling down,

            Falling down, falling down…

 

My fair lady!