’Bout twenty years ago way down in New Orleans,
A group of fellers found a new kind of music
And they decided to call it... jazz,
No other sound has what this music has.
Before they knew it, it was whizzin’ ’round the world,
The world was ready for a blue kind of music
And now they play it from Steamboat Springs to La Paz.

Oh, baby, won’t you play me
"Le Jazz Hot" maybe
And don’t ever let it end.
I tell ya, friends, it’s really something to hear,
I can’t sit still when there’s that rhythm near me.
Also, baby, "Le Jazz Hot" maybe
What’s holdin’ my soul together.
Don’t know whether it’s morning or night,
Only know it’s sounding right.
So come on in an’ play me
"Le Jazz Hot", baby,
’Cos I love my Jazz...
Hot!

Before they knew it, it was whizzin’ ’round the world,
The world was ready for a blue kind of music

And now they play it from Steamboat Springs to La Paz!
When you play me "Le Jazz hot", baby,
You’re holding my soul together.
Don’t know whether it’s morning or night,
Only know it’s sounding right.
So come on in an’ play me
"Le Jazz Hot", baby,
’Cos I love my Jazz...Hot!
Love... Jazz...
Hoooooooooooooot!
"Le Jazz Hot!"

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