Since he was young, he had a calling
To be a trumpet playing man
Tearing through the nightclub scene
Like he didn’t give a ****
He was stylish, he was smooth
You could say he had pizzazz
When on stage, he played the room
With his harmony and jazz
Something you could cut a rug to
Get on up and dance
Or take your lady by the hand
And whisper sweet romance
Little words of comfort
Something meaningful and kind
Then take her on the dance floor
And fill her up with wine
Feel the music at your feet
Boogie all the night
Dance until your hearts content
Or when the mood is right