Jehovah & All That Jazz Lyrics - Gino Vannelli

Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraff 

Dancing in the sun 

I sing for thee 

Praise to the ugly and the dispossessed and the genius born of 

The viper's nest 

You have set me free 

Hey, you cranks and you clowns with your heads hanging down 

I bring good tidings to you 

For all the talent that he has Jehovah don't play jazz like the devil do 

See the rose sprung from the heap of dung 

The shafthorse hot and heavy hung shamelessly 

Check the star dust oozing in the mud on it pilgrimage to flesh and blood 

Now ain't that you and me 

Hey, you Shakespeares in rags little heretics and hags 

To thine own self be true 

Well, he may be beautiful and king but Jehovah he don't swing like the devil 

Birdman, Birdman, what's the word, man 

Into the night we go 

Billie, Billie, knock me silly 

Sing to me soft and low 

Save me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as ice 

I'd sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise 

So I toot my toot for the man with roots 

Hey, fifer on the E-flat flute play on, play on 

All you sinners and you infidels you you artful madmen bound for hell 

Come sing along 

Come on, you potty-trained saints spouting' isms and ain'ts 

Dig the poetry my man 

Well all deference to his throne 

Gabriel he don't play no saxophone like Coltrane can 

Now, save me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as ice 

I'd sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise 

I'd sooner catch fire than kill my desire 

Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraff 

Dancing in the sun 

I sing for you 

For all the talent he has Jehovah don't play jazz like the devil do 

Yeah, the devil do 

Must admit he do 

Ah, da devil do 

Birdman, Birdman, what's the word, man 

Into the night we go 

Billie, Billie, knock me silly 

Sing to me soft and low 

Foll all the talent that he has Jehovah don't play no jazz ....