Lyrics

Words they hang me up the most but wait
Words are not how I communicate
If we're talking native language here
I just want to make it crystal clear...
Jazz is my language, my language of choice
My horn is my voice, my vocabulary dictionary, school library
I was seven when i got my horn
Held it to me and i felt reborn
Started playing, and my heart went, slam!
This", i cried aloud, is who i am!
Music's my refuge, my love, my joy
So says the man who was once that little boy
I
Speak fluent jazz
I know the power that it has
To say what mere words just can't convey
Uh huh
Cool jazz or hot,
It really doesn't matter what
I'm gonna blow you away
When I play
Just so happens when i saw your face
I was suddenly a basket case
My capacity for speech is nil
I can't say it but my trumpet will
Jazz is my language, as i told you before
I take a deep breath and out my feelings pour.
I speak fluent jazz -
I know the power that it has
Wherever I happen to go
I don't need a band
It's sittin' here right in my hand
The greatest persuader I know
I speak fluent jazz
I know the power that it has
Since ever a trumpet was born
My language of choice
My ever universal voice
Me and my horn
We speak jazz!
Jazz!
Written by: David Foster, Susan Birkenhead
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