Andrew Calhoun

Jazz Guys 

©1989 Andrew Calhoun, unrecorded 

When the jazz guys come, 
I'll be sittin' round, feeling dumb 
And they'll say, "Hey man, whatcha say?" 
And I won't know what to say 
When the jazz guys come 

When the jazz guys come 
I'll be here 
They need me 
To bring the beer 
I tap along, sit and hum 
Beneath the horns 
When the jazz guys come 

When the jazz guys come I'll be 
A shining face 
Watching one play a big string bass 
All night long, with a swingin' drum 
All night long, when the jazz guys come 

The jazz guys leave cigarette butts 
Squished inside of coffee cups 
They'll return because they know 
I clean the place, when the jazz guys go
I clean the place, when the jazz guys go