Lyrics

Hey there, Mr. Sax-man, can you play that tune for me,
The one that’s kind of bluesy with a back-end beat --
It’ll bring back memories.

Down and around his fingers glide
And my thoughts start gliding, too,
Back to a year when we both were here
And I was still holding you.

But sound after sound of the music wails
And my heart is dropping down to my shoes,
‘Cause the sax-man’s taught that what I’ve got
Is a bad case of jazz club blues.

Hey there, Miss, won’t you sit down and take a moment here.
Yes, I know you’re working, but that other guy will wait a sec
For his seventh beer.

As I gaze at your face my heart starts to race
‘Cause your eyes look a lot like hers,
And your mouth in that pout makes me want to shout
As something within me stirs.

“Sir, I must go,” she says to me,
“This job is one that I can’t lose.”
Then she is gone and the band plays on.
I’ve a bad case of jazz club blues.

Day after day
Month after year
Despite attempts to mask the pain,
Her memory won’t disappear.

I’ve let it go,
‘Cause now I don’t care,
At least that’s what I tell myself
With visions of her everywhere.

Hey there, Mr. Barkeep, can you pour another beer?
Yes, I know the set is over and you’re cleaning up,
But I need some cheer.

All over town I haunt the clubs,
Trying to find some peace,
But only here with the music near
Can I get a bit of release.

Yes, I’m sure you’ve seen it all,
And perhaps you judge my tale’s some ruse
To score a drink, but do not think
I don’t have the jazz club blues.