A long time ago in the 40s, Dizzy and Brad gave us this song. They called it a night in Tunisia, and the melody still lingers on. It was noon, very strange, through the square went off the stage. Few could play along, but the melody still lingers on. Bats and miles and angels too, together they grew. The music was young and strong, and the melody still lingers on. They paved the way for generations, from Coltrane to Stevie. No one could stop the winds of change, without them there would we be. The dukes and the prayers were there before. The pasture kept it, though the torch is lit. We'll keep the flame, and the melody remains the same. The dukes and the prayers were there before. The pasture kept it, though the torch is lit. We'll keep the flame, and the melody remains the same. A long time ago in the 40s, Dizzy and Brad gave us this song. They called it a night in Tunisia, and the melody still lingers on. In the 40s, a night in Tunisia. In the 40s, a night in Tunisia. In the 40s, a night in Tunisia. In the 40s, a night in Tunisia.