I think jazz got in my blood as a liddy biddy kid 
sittin' on my black momma's knee
by an open window facing Basin street
In old New Orleans.
The wail of the liquorice sticks 
the sound of the wonderful trombones
the twang of the bass guitars
and the crying saxophones 
The rhythmic beat beat beat of the drums.
My heart would skip a beat 
as  I listened to the marvelous voices of
Lady Day and Ella and Louis.
and of course Sarah and Lena 
and so many more
Yeah, that jazz is in my blood man
and the blues is in my soul.