Sad song:
I miss when other pervers would talk to me.......*sad harp sounds*
They would say, "Hey, Jazzy!" *Brass swells*
But as the tiiiiime goes ooooon *Brass swings*
Theses perverts one by one are gone *brass settles into a steady but mildly now upbeat tone*
Yet, *brief pause in orchestra*, I'm still hereeeeeee *Orchestra resumes*
I'M STILL HERE AND I'M OVER THE MOOON *orchestra really swings now*
I'm still jazzin, I'm still razzin, though I'm BLUEEEEEEEUUUUEUUEEEUUUUEEEEE *orchestra swells*
They told me I would have one chance *music lowers*
To do it right and nail the dance
*music holds, bobbing*
They may have cast poor Jazzy ouuuuuut
*Music swells again*
But this old dance *jazzy winks, orchestra mellows toward a sensually sizzling conclusion*
Is what Jazzys allllll abouuuhuhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuooooouuuhhhAAAAAAAAAOOUUUUAAAAAOOAOOAOAOAOAOAOAOAIAOAOAIOOTTT YA! *orchestra swell and climax to silence*