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Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones |
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Yes indeed he was; |
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Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good |
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Some people knew him by the Bean |
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But Hawkins was his name |
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He sure could swing and play pretty too |
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Sounds good to me, should sound good to you |
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I love to hear him playing Body and Soul |
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Very pleasing to the ear |
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When I first heard it on the record |
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I just stopped, right there, |
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Sounded like a band of angels in the sky, |
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And I have never ever heard a sweeter tone |
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In fact I pay no 'ttention to the saxophone |
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'Til Coleman Hawkins came along and spoke to everyone, |
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Saying better listen won't you hear me, |
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While I play for you, |
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Sometimes it's hot |
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Then again it's blue |
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My soul just seems to wander, |
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Pleasing each and everyone, |
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It's what I've long been craving for |
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The doors have not been always open, |
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But I am trying to please you. |
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Please don't try to stop me. |
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Hope you like it folks |
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And then he started cookin', |
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Every time he played |
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Some melodic melody fast or slow |
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You could tell that it was Hawkins, |
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No other one ever has |
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Quite captured his tone |
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Just he alone, |
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Has the sound that penetrates |
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It will sure go right through you |
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Yes it will, |
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And every chorus gives you just another thrill |
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Then along came Eddie Jefferson |
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He sang the melody like Hawkins played it |
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He sang it true |
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He sang it blue |
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Made words for it too |
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All his fans in New York loved him |
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There's no one above him |
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Here in the USA |
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I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man |
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Oh how he could sing |
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Man did he swing |
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Sang on the wing, did his own thing |
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Yes he did |
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Throughout the country, |
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Music lovers are still wiggin' on Eddie's singin' |
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All around the world, he is known |
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Rhythm was his special joy, |
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He swung it like a horn |
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He must have been born to be a singer |
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'Cause his lyrics were so sincere and true |
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Funny sad or blue |
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Oh yeah! |
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And we've got to remind you |
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Many years it took him |
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Singing every day to achieve his first claim to fame |
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He was twenty years ahead of his time |
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And he knew it |
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But he kept right on-a singing |
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He went all around the world making rhythm |
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'Cause music sure was in him and he knew it was |
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Sang with Moody and Richie Cole |
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He could sing it just like Bird |
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But his forte was the words he wrote to |
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Music that he sang |
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So he sang, and he sang |
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And he sang his words so clever |
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And I know they'll silence him never |
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'Cause he cut this masterpiece |
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And now we're trying to sing it for you |
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Hope the Bean and Eddie both would still approve |
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There we go |
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We didn't mean to reminisce |
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You can surely bet |
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That we won't forget |
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'Cause we hear them yet |
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Goodbye |
