Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
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Yes indeed he was;
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Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
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Some people knew him by the Bean
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But Hawkins was his name
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He sure could swing and play pretty too
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Sounds good to me, should sound good to you
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I love to hear him playing Body and Soul
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Very pleasing to the ear
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When I first heard it on the record
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I just stopped, right there,
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Sounded like a band of angels in the sky,
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And I have never ever heard a sweeter tone
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In fact I pay no 'ttention to the saxophone
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'Til Coleman Hawkins came along and spoke to everyone,
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Saying better listen won't you hear me,
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While I play for you,
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Sometimes it's hot
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Then again it's blue
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My soul just seems to wander,
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Pleasing each and everyone,
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It's what I've long been craving for
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The doors have not been always open,
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But I am trying to please you.
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Please don't try to stop me.
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Hope you like it folks
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And then he started cookin',
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Every time he played
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Some melodic melody fast or slow
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You could tell that it was Hawkins,
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No other one ever has
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Quite captured his tone
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Just he alone,
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Has the sound that penetrates
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It will sure go right through you
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Yes it will,
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And every chorus gives you just another thrill
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Then along came Eddie Jefferson
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He sang the melody like Hawkins played it
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He sang it true
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He sang it blue
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Made words for it too
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All his fans in New York loved him
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There's no one above him
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Here in the USA
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I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
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Oh how he could sing
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Man did he swing
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Sang on the wing, did his own thing
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Yes he did
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Throughout the country,
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Music lovers are still wiggin' on Eddie's singin'
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All around the world, he is known
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Rhythm was his special joy,
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He swung it like a horn
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He must have been born to be a singer
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'Cause his lyrics were so sincere and true
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Funny sad or blue
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Oh yeah!
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And we've got to remind you
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Many years it took him
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Singing every day to achieve his first claim to fame
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He was twenty years ahead of his time
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And he knew it
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But he kept right on-a singing
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He went all around the world making rhythm
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'Cause music sure was in him and he knew it was
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Sang with Moody and Richie Cole
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He could sing it just like Bird
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But his forte was the words he wrote to
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Music that he sang
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So he sang, and he sang
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And he sang his words so clever
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And I know they'll silence him never
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'Cause he cut this masterpiece
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And now we're trying to sing it for you
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Hope the Bean and Eddie both would still approve
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There we go
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We didn't mean to reminisce
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You can surely bet
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That we won't forget
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'Cause we hear them yet
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Goodbye
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Body And Soul
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| Nat King Cole |
