VERSE:
Ah, the jazz years were sweet, and we had a good run.
We partied all night and we hid from the sun.
Jazz to Hip-Hop in one hundred short years...
You can't call that progress, not if you have ears.
What happened to music? Pray tell, where did we goof?
What happened to Jazz? What happened to Truth?

CHORUS:
Jazz to hear, why hear'st thou Jazz sadly?
Blues with blues war not, joy delights in joy.
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thyne annoy?

If the true concord of well tuned horns,
By unions married, do offend thyne ears,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou should'st bear.

Mark how banjo strings, resounding clear they ring,
Striking each in each by mutual ordering;
Giving ground to cornet, clar'net, trombone,

Who, all in one, one pleasing chord wail;
Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one,
Sing this to thee: "Jazz is Truth, and shall prevail".