'Bout twenty years ago, way down in New Orleans<br />
A group of fellows found a new kind of music<br />
And they decided to call it jazz<br />
No other sound has what this music has<br />
<br />
Before they knew it<br />
It was whizzing 'round the world<br />
The world was ready for a blue kind of music<br />
And now they play it from Steamboat Springs to La Paz<br />
<br />
Oh baby, won't you play me<br />
Le jazz hot maybe and don't ever let it end<br />
<br />
I tell you, friend<br />
It's really something to hear<br />
I can't sit still<br />
When there's that rhythm near me<br />
<br />
Oh, so baby, le jazz hot maybe<br />
What's holding my soul together<br />
Don't know whether it's morning or night<br />
Only know it's sounding right<br />
<br />
So come on in and play me<br />
Le jazz hot, baby<br />
'Cause I love my jazz hot<br />
<br />
Before they knew it<br />
It was squeezing 'round the world<br />
The world was ready for a blue kind of music<br />
And now they play it from Steamboat Springs to La Paz<br />
<br />
When you play me, le jazz hot, baby<br />
You're holding my soul together<br />
Don't know whether it's morning or night<br />
Only know it's sounding right<br />
<br />
So come on in and play me<br />
Le jazz hot, baby<br />
'Cause I love my jazz hot<br />
Le jazz hot<br />
Le jazz hot