Who's that identifyin' every bird as he strolls out of his groovy pad
Packs his harp and boards his prius, not concerned with the latest pads
He's uncle jazz
He's blowin'
That cat can really swing
Three chords for a thousand
If I were to quote pete townshend
A thousand chords for three
Is all he'll ever need
He's uncle jazz
He's blowin'
That cat can really swing
He's uncle jazz
He's flowin'
Check that cat go man go
Takin' Skype harp lessons from a creepy brazilian
Never met him but we're sure it's so
He got short shorts but a harp that's killin'
Ipanema sunset does glow
He's uncle jazz
He's blowin'
That cat can really swing
He's uncle jazz
He's flowin'
Check that cat go man go
At the wine bar he's late for the show
He's still got half of a bottle of merlot to go
He's quick to drink his cabernet
Slow to roll his cab away
Listens to cab calloway
And you can stand him for about a day
When he's druncle jazz
He's boozin'
That cat can't hold his wine
He's druncle jazz
He's slurrin'
Happens every time
Talkin' 'bout crimson crested nut hatch (seen 'em)
Auburn breasted finch (uh-huh)
Elusive is the varied thrush
A pigeon in a pinch (what one)
A pigeon in a pinch (find one)
A pigeon in a pinch (got it)
A pigeon in a pinch
A pigeon in a pinch
A pigeon in a pinch, yeah
