Jazz At The Bookstore Songtext

Bestsellers and bookshelves

Full of self-help printed word

Some faint elegance is heard

Now was that Ellington or Bird?



And has it really come to this?

Can ignorance be bliss?

I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop

Jazz at the bookstore

And blues in the coffee shop
Jazz at the bookstore

Aand blues in the coffee shop



There's a man standing at the crossroads

With a dark roast in his hand

Livin' in white yuppy hand

Over by the milk and sugar stand



And have i really come to this

Cup of caffeinated bliss?



So we browse around

All over town

Sipping coffes that we can't pronounce

And meanwhile in the blues cemetery

All the coffins commence to bounce



Leadbelly's in the cold ground

Rolling over in his grave

The hard road where so many slaved

Is now so smooth and Paved



And Has it really come to this?

Can Ignorance be bliss?

I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop

Jazz at the bookstore

And blues in the coffee shop

Jazz at the bookstore

And blues in the coffee shop