Love Is Talkative Passion.

The Colors Of The Rainbow So Pretty In The Sky Are Also On The Faces Of People Goin' By I See Friends Shaking Hands Saying, "how Do You Do" They're Really Saying "i Love You." I Hear Babies Cry, I Watch Then Grow They'll Learn Much More Than I'll Ever Know; And I Think To Myself, What A Wonderful World; Yes, I Think To Myself, What A Wonderful World. Oh Yeah!

Not Too Slow, Not Too Fast. Kind Of Like Half-fast.

To Jazz, Or Not To Jazz, There Is No Question!

As Many Bands As You Heard [in New Orleans], That's How Many Bands You Heard Playing Right. I Thought I Was In Heaven Playing Second Trumpet In The Tuxedo Brass Band -- And They Had Some Funeral Marches That Would Just Touch Your Heart, They Were So Beautiful.

The Brick House Was One Of The Toughest Joints I Ever Played In ... Guys Would Drink And Fight One Another Like Circle Saws. Bottles Would Come Flying Over The Bandstand Like Crazy And There Was Lots Of Plain Common Shooting And Cutting. But Somehow All That Jive Didn't Faze Me At All. I Was So Happy To Have Some Place To Blow My Horn.