Jazz Christmas

A JAZZ Christmas, by Jack Sheldon

"Hey, you guys got anything slow?"

"Well, January and February....."

Christmas time and the holidays
I go from gig to gig.
Settin' up and tearin' down
at least I'm still in town.
I'm playin' nice and simple for the old folks.
If they heard my flat five's and my minor nine's
I'd be heading for the unemployment line.

Cha cha this and rhumba
Then it's rock n roll.
Break's too long, and the band's too loud
Critics in the crowd
The leader's gettin' nervous
and his son is sitting in.
Yes, it's a Jazz Musicians' Christmas

Cancel moves on the vocalist, hubby's playin' drums.
Sure could use an open bar
But got stuff in the car.
Requests sent on a napkin
wow, a dollar heh, heh, that's good.

Remembering the bridges to those Christmas tunes
are the death of me - in the singer's key.
One more set, we're closin' in.
Get them out the door.
We've done the hits, we've made it snow.
So why don't they just go.
The host forgot his checkbook, [I hate that!]
And the bread's stuck in the mail.
Oh, yes, it's a Jazz Musician's Christmas