Tunes

We don't know how
How to be cooler than cool
But we know how
How to pick a good groove

Gimmie some stumbling, silky blues
Or crackling, crumbling classical
Jumping, jiving jazz

Something I can tap my toes to
Hop a hoovercraft
Up to the clouds, looking
Down on
Jupiter

Billie Holiday crooning, baby.
She floats down to Andromeda
Into the fluffy
Star dust

She can hold her own
Angel voice, rollin' sweet like
Cinnamon sugar bagels
With extra cream cheese.