I listened to a jazz combo the other night
Led by a piano player who was out of sight,
He controlled the band with his eyes and he had a mustache
He was cool calm collected and playin' for cash.
The piano player was sober and so was the bass
Who was tall and slender with emotionless face.
The drummer was older, drinking 151
You could tell he didn't believe in anything new under the sun.
They'll tell you it's sex, drugs, & rock and roll
As if all you had to do was play from your soul,
They say it's the imperfections that make the song
But try it very long and you'll find they're wrong.
They weren't no quintet with two saxophones
Just a trio of losers and total unknowns.