| Before I was saved by my better half
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| I once disappeared in a black-and-white photograph
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| That I was just staring at, framed on someone’s wall
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| How long it lasted, I could not say
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| But all of my heroes returned to play one last gig
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| And there was I, in the middle of it all
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| I’m drinking mai tais with pink umbrellas
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| I’m thinking, my, how high the moon
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| I hear the man say, «Heads up, fellas»
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| I hear the band play Monk’s new tune
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| We were bad! |
| We could perpetrate the beat!
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| Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?
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| Rumor spread clear down 52nd St
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| As we played Monk’s new tune
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| Since you’re a skeptic I’ll say no more
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| Of course, this was happening way back before, before
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| But nevertheless this was very real to me
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| Exactly like it was yesterday
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| My ears hear the music my hand were blessed to play
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| Inside that picture that took command of me
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| I’m drinking mai tais with pink umbrellas
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| I’m thinking, my, how high the moon
|
| I hear the man say, «Heads up, fellas»
|
| I hear the band play Monk’s new tune
|
| We were bad! |
| We could perpetrate the beat!
|
| Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?
|
| Rumor spread clear down 52nd St
|
| As we played Monk’s new tune
|
| We were bad! |
| We could perpetrate the beat!
|
| Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?
|
| Rumor spread clear down 52nd St
|
| As we played Monk’s new tune
|
| We were bad! |
| We could perpetrate the beat!
|
| Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?
|
| Rumor spread clear down 52nd St
|
| As we played Monk’s new tune
|
| We were bad! |
| We could perpetrate the beat!
|
| Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?
|
| Rumor spread clear down 52nd St
|
| As we played Monk’s new tune
|
| We were bad! |
| We could perpetrate the beat!
|
| Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?
|
| Rumor spread clear down 52nd St
|
| As we played Monk’s new tune
|
| We were bad! |
| We could perpetrate the beat!
|
| Seeing plaid, how could we stay on our feet?
|
| Rumor spread clear down 52nd St
|
| As we played Monk’s new tune
|
| We were bad! |
| We could perpetrate the beat… |