When jazz is
when jazz is here
java goes a-
java goes away
There is a storm coming
There is trouble bre-
wing between jazz and java
Every day a bit more here's jazz settling
So, in a rage, java clears off
Her small ass all rustled under her slit skirt
She squeezes her gauloise and walks out in the street
When jazz is
when jazz is here
java goes a-
java goes away
There is a storm coming
There is trouble bre-
wing between jazz and java
When I listen to a percussion solo
Her's java grumbling in the name of motherland
But when I shout kudos to the accordeonist
Here's jazz giving me a roasting and calling me a racist
When jazz is
when jazz is here
java goes a-
java goes away
There is a storm coming
There is trouble bre-
wing between jazz and java
For me jazz and java this is all same difference
I get drunk in la Bastille and get fried in Harlem
For me jazz and java are basically just alike
When jazz says : Vas-y mec, java says : Rentre chez toi !
When jazz is
when jazz is here
java goes a-
java goes away
There is a storm coming
There is trouble bre-
wing between jazz and java
Jazz and java pals, that must be possible
To achieve this, so, I share as a brother
I give jazz my feet to beat his time
And I give java my hands for the bottom of her back.