Give me all your paper ma. Gimme all your jazz. Give me something that I need. Something I can have. Mrs. London's coming round. She's coming with her son. Gimme all your paper ah. So I can
hand man. Now it's aplan as flamenco turns to -down shakin. There's a jazz jam and Julie's got the whole joint bakin'. And anyone who's fakin' gets a quick anihilation. As we movin' destinations on