|How can I explain how I feel?
|I'm like a little kid running at her heel,
|She's giving me looks like she thinks I'm a snappy dresser!
|How can I tell what I should plan?
|I've never kissed a girl or held her hand,
|She's waiting for me to move, I've got to impress her!
|I play guitar in a mainstream band,
|I've got three red jackets and a Fender jazz,
|I've got Charlie Parker's autograph,
|The girl I moved with's turned up on grass.
|She moved her seat next to mine,
|But I'm just playing for time.
|I ain't got the guts to let her see the real me!
|My confidence eroded away,
|Over hearing what children say.
|So I'm trying to make myself seem more appealing!
|I know your man is in to playing jazz bass,
|I tried that myself but I need more space.
|Like to soar and fly like the big Birdman,
|When I met him last week he shook my hand.
|Every lie I tell weaves another spell, another road that ends up blind,
|The Bird that shook my hand was a wanted man, I think you knew that all the time.
|I came so close to having you for me,
|But I lost you in the fantasy,
|I pretended to myself that you were mine already!
|You waited but deep in your eyes,
|You were watching me so wordly wise,
|Then you changed the subject and talked about going steady!
|I've got 200 records and a big hi-fi,
|I sit and listen to Ella and Basey all night,
|I played modern jazz of every variety,
|You could come and listen but we close tonight.
|We Close Tonight