Don't Do Nothing Halfway, Else You Find

Jazz Is Played From The Heart. You Can Even Live By It. Always Love It.

Even If I Have Two Three Days Off, You Still Have To Blow That Horn. You Have To Keep Up Those Chops... I Have To Warm Up Everyday For At Least An Hour.

You Blows Who You Is.

It Ain't Whatcha Say, It's The Way Howcha Say It.

All Them Weird Chords Which Don't Mean A Thing...you Got No Melody To Remember, And No Beat To Dance To