Jazz Is Dead

One, two, one, two, three, wow
Let me tell you the news
Grab your tissues
Jazz is dead

I turn on the radio
Where did all the music go?
I don't know

Pop monopoly
And consumer philosophy
Is news to me

The roar of the twenties went out
Not with a bang but with a whimper
The time's have changed
The blue notes are traded for something simpler

I ask you
What good is bread
Now that jazz is dead

I'm losing my head
Now that jazz is dead

Yeah, you heard me
Jazz is dead

Won't find me in a nightclub
Hanging on a ticket stub
For poser scrubs

I like my parties sleazy
In velvet speakeasies
Crashed by PDs

I'm walking down the street
Getting stared at by the local bystanders

Just because I'm jamming out
To big band swingers
Who refused to pander

I ask you,
What good is bread
Now that jazz is dead

I'm losing my head
Now that jazz is dead

Don't play me none of that funk
Unless it's by Miles Davis
Or Thelonius Monk

Techno turns my feet to lead
Can't dance, can't move
Might as well get drunk instead

Now that jazz, now the jazz
Now that jazz, jazz, jazz
Jazz, jazz, jazz,
Jazz is dead

Don't pity my nostalgia
Hymning hallelujah
And mama mia

I've been going crazy
Over Bird and Basey
Pushing daisies

Is this the kind of thanks I get
For refusing to lower my standards

I'll lock myself up with my 45s
Until my prayers are answered

Until then, what good is bread
Now that jazz is dead

I'm losing my head
Now that jazz is dead

Don't play me none of that funk
Unless it's by Miles Davis
Or Thelonius Monk

Techno turns my feet to lead
Can't dance, can't move
Might as well get drunk instead

Now that jazz
Now that jazz
Now that jazz, jazz, jazz, jazz, jazz, jazz, jazz
Now that jazz, jazz, jazz, jazz, jazz, jazz, jazz
Now that jazz, jazz, jazz, jazz, jazz, jazz, jazz
Is dead