Jazz Street Lyrics - Ely Joe

He was a canvas back'd scatter brain from jazz street 

He had a 65 chevy and and a surfer shirt full a parakeets 

It's a dead-end road by Love Canal where the moon eyed dream 

He was hot to trot and he beat a lot on his drum machine 

She had a sweet-scented cool hotel on jazz street 

Where the company girls and the go betweens are known to meet 

Her younger sister runs the desk - she rings a little brass bell 

And if the truth were known she liked to drink alone and it was just as well 

He was the King of Trash, he could sling it around 

on Jazz Street 

She was the Angel of Poverty, she followed him down 

on Jazz Street 

They were happy together, all their dice seemed to turn up seven 

With a love like this, who could wish 

for anything better than heaven... 

on Jazz Street 

on Jazz Street 

on Jazz Street 

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He had a fuzzy dash and a steering wheel made out of loggers chain 

His stereo had remote control that was made in Spain 

He left his sister behind, she was doin time in the Federal Pen 

Times were rough, but just tough enough for a man like him 

She had a mobile phone in her mobile home that she loved to use 

She'd been inspired by the girls that she hired at the interviews 

She'd seen the ropes and her only hope was to play the bluff 

Make believe that he had a fantasy that was big enough 

He was the King of Trash, he could sling it around 

on Jazz Street 

She was the Angel of Poverty, she followed him down 

on Jazz Street 

They were happy together, all their dice seemed to turn up seven 

With a love like this, who could wish 

for anything better than heaven... 

on Jazz Street 

on Jazz Street 

on Jazz Street 

He was the King of Trash, he could sling it around 

on Jazz Street 

She was the Angel of Poverty, she followed him down 

on Jazz Street 

They were movin their feet tryin' to make ends meet 

on Jazz Street 

All the little birdies go tweet tweet tweet on Jazz Street 

on Jazz Street 

on Jazz Street 

on Jazz Street