[1st verse:]
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I know a certain young fellow
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Who's filling people with joy
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How would you like to say "hello"
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To this remarkable boy?
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Ev'ryone's talking about him
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He's been the topic for days
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He's just a winsome gent
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With an instrument that plays
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I'd like to have you meet him
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[Refrain:]
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Shake hands with Mister Jazz himself
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He took the saxophone from off the shelf
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And when you hear him play
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You'll say that he's been taking lessons up in Heaven
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That dreamy moan is his own 'riginality
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He knows a strange sort of change in a minor key
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I don't know how he does it
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But when he starts to play the blues
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He's like a messenger of happy news
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No one else could ever do it as
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My friend, Mister Jazz
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[2nd verse:]
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I never cared about discords
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They never cared about me
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But when I listen to his chords
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We both agree to agree
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He's not a Wagner or Verdi
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He's not a classy highbrow
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He's just a boy who has
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Put the joy in jazz and now
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I'd like to have you meet him
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Mr. Jazz Himself
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| Irving Berlin |
