Blue Eyed Soul

A rumble in the drumline awakens 
His slumbering spirit cuts loose 
Musical fire on the tongue 
Invoking his blue eyed soul 

Sweat shines in the spotlight 
Tick-a-Tack-a, Tick-a-Tack-a 
Click clack click 
When the hoofer stomps the floor 
The crowd goes native 

Slap those skins 
And raise that roof 
With your smooth sultry voice 
Stroking your blue eyed soul 

Gravel in the horn starts to rattle 
Harmony and tickle join the ivory 
Jazz, shnazz
And razz-a-ma-tazz 
Now that cat's in a trance 

Lace, lashes and legs 
Are twisted in the Smoke 
Ragtime halos in the rafters 
Enticing that blue eyed soul 

Rackets to riches and bathtub gin 
Picture snatchers lurkin' at the bar 
Gats a blastin 
Coppers catchin' wise guys in the crowd 

Beat me daddy 
Eight to the bar 
And forget about one for the road 
Too busy swingin' 
N' ring-a-ding dingin'... 
I'm swaying to his blue eyed soul

--Molly N., Adult