Uncle Jazz - Kyle Gass Band

Who’s that identifyin' every bird as he strolls out of his groovy pad

Packs his harp and boards his Prius, not concerned with the latest pads

He’s Uncle Jazz

He’s blowin'

That cat can really swing

Three chords for a thousand

If I were to quote Pete Townshend

A thousand chords for three

Is all he’ll ever need

He’s Uncle Jazz

He’s blowin'

That cat can really swing

He’s Uncle Jazz

He’s flowin'

Check that cat go man go

Takin' Skype harp lessons from a creepy brazilian

Never met him but we’re sure it’s so

He got short shorts but a harp that’s killin'

Ipanema sunset does glow

He’s Uncle Jazz

He’s blowin'

That cat can really swing

He’s Uncle Jazz

He’s flowin'

Check that cat go man go

At the wine bar he’s late for the show

He’s still got half of a bottle of merlot to go

He’s quick to drink his cabernet

Slow to roll his cab away

Listens to Cab Calloway

And you can stand him for about a day

When he’s Druncle Jazz

He’s boozin'

That cat can’t hold his wine

He’s Druncle Jazz

He’s slurrin'

Happens every time

Talkin' 'bout Crimson Crested Nut Hatch (Seen 'em)

Auburn Breasted Finch (Uh-huh)

Elusive is the Varied Thrush

A Pigeon in a pinch (What one)

A Pigeon in a pinch (Find one)

A Pigeon in a pinch (Got it)

A pigeon in a pinch

A Pigeon in a pinch

A Pigeon in a pinch, yeah…