The Jazz Cats

Down in the cellar, where the moonlight don't creep, Tabs trembles the ivories, while the shadows sleep. The Professor plucks, deep and slow, And Shark's saxophone starts to blow, oh so low. [Chorus] They're cool cats, slick as a breeze, Swingin' through the night with effortless ease. Jazz is their language, their midnight parade, They’re The Jazz cats, in a feline serenade. [Verse 2] Ginger skims brushes, like whispers on the air, Keeping time steady, with debonair flair. Swell steps up, with a sly little grin, His velvet voice sets the tone, draws them in. [Prechorus] The world above? It’s a homo sapien affair, But down here they live to play 'n riff jazz cats free flowing without a care [Chorus] They're cool cats, slick as a breeze, Swingin' through the night with effortless ease. Jazz is their language, their midnight parade, They’re The Jazz Cats, in a feline serenade. [Bridge] Mundane by day, they nap in the sun, Chasing tails and disdain, till daylight is done. But come the evening, the cellar's their stage, Jazz frees them to compose their own page. [Chorus] They're cool cats, slick as a breeze, Swingin' through the night with effortless ease. Jazz is their language, their midnight parade, They’re The Jazz Cats, in a feline serenade.