The Story of Jazz Songtext

Georgia left me alone last Wednesday night
So I went to New York, to see what Doug was up to
And I saw this band
Their name escaped me by Thursday
And the way it happened, looking, look for something to believe in
???, he's had another bad day
The Italian thing, it's bugging him more than he wants to admit
Yeah, it brings him down
Sign a producer, don't matter at all
The way it happened, nothing lasts like you think it might