Jazz Fever

11pm, my typical day

Cab ride to a club to hear some sweet jazz music play

Pick out a musician, buy him a gin

Then I take him home for a delicious night of sin

Now I got a sore

Down in my drawers

I'm nauseous and I'm feeling kinda hot

Woo!

A sore throat that lingers

And rashes on my fingers

My mother once warned me of this illness I got

I got jazz fever

It's the fever that you get from too much jazz

Jazz fever

It's the fever that you get from too much jazz

I go to the doctor, say how bad I feel

He looks me up and down and says

Jazz fever isn't real, you have syphilis

Oh, guess they don't teach jazz in medical school

He tells me: Take this medicine

But I ain't a fool, instead I take

More ja-ya-ya-ya-yazz

The only cure for jazz fever is more jazz

(Charleston!)

Jazz fever

Buzz off, penicillin

Inject me with jazz

Now I gone deaf

(From the trumpets!)

I can't feel my feet

(From the dancing!)

I'm having seizures and my back skin looks like raw meat

(Can't explain that!)

The doctor keeps calling

But I've sealed my fate

'Cos jazz has an 80% mortality rate

Jazz fever

(Cough)

It's the fever that you get from too much jazz

(Charleston)

Jazz fever

It's the fever that you get from too much jazz