Katman Doodah and Felonius Punk

Who'd imagine I mean who'd a thunk it now

That pop-star wannabees with Bop Philosophies

Would make the right mistake; find heaven in jazz

(Chorus I) Wrong is Right

Less is More

Never felt like this before.

Katman said, "Felonius, I'm a dyin' man

but I'm not gonna give it up; gonna do what I can

Just one thing bothers me 'bout Bop Philosophy

How does one undertake

to make the right mistake (furthermore)

What's the meaning of JAZZ?"

(Chorus I)

I said, "Katman, I'm just a Felonius Punk

You know how I am; if I'm not stoned then I'm drunk

But even I can see that pure Bop Philosophy

Has only one very simple basic fundemental

This could be the SECRET meaning of JAZZ

it says,

(Chorus II)Less is More

Wrong is Right

Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Katman Doodah and Felonius Punk

Cooked up some music; called it TumblinFunk

And though these two could not agree on Bop Philosophy, with typical defiance they stunned the world of science with the simple elegance

Of Their Theory of Jazz, it said:.

Inside Story

I wanna tell you the inside story

I wanna give you the real low down

Just my little version of glory, honey now

Here's the bottom line

Just want a little sign

To let me know I'm thinkin bout you

The way you're thinkin bout me

It's the least that you casn do.

Take a ride on the Caty

You know I'm steamin on down the line

If I'm still kickin when I"m eighty

I'll be lovin you

There's nothin you can do

if all week long you're fat and lazy

And Saturday night you 're mean and crazy

I'll still be lovin you.

I wanna tell you the inside story

I wanna give you the real low down

Montel, Oprah and Maury

Don't know if it rimes

The headline in the New York Times

Tells you all you need to know

Put it on the morning show

I'll still be lovin you.

(Bridge)

I'll love you down on Easy Street

I'll love you in the slums

I'll love you on the night before

And when the morning comes

Love you on that sunny day

Love you inna rain

Love you once upon a time

My Lips

Warm is the summer wind

Red is the tamarind

Swinging hammocks

And pomagranites

That break on my lips

They break on my lips

ii.

Soft is the whiporwill

Fresh is the daffodil

What good are promises

When the promises

Break on my lips?

They break on my lips.

iii.

Love is the end of ryme

Love is the pantomime

Brave Narcissus

And silver kisses

That break on my lips