Listening to the grand old jazz at the beach on
The lovely sunny afternoon is better than anything.
Watching the sun up in the sky go down
Behind the horizon is the magic of nature.
It will happen with or without jazz music
It will happen with or without anybody watching.
Ocean waves speak volumes,
And the sea birds run around trying to find something
They can eat in the sand.
The sand is pure white, the purest cleanest white powder all around
The comfort and the pleasure for both sea birds and my people walking around.
There is the sky, the birds, the ocean, the waves, the wind, the fish in the water,
And the women in bikinis. What else is there that you need?
The sun will rise, and the sun will dawn
And the day will change the night
Life has its direction, and it follows that.
Jazz music is a pleasure for my ears
Beer is a pleasure for my soul,
A cigarette is a pleasure for my mind,
And the beach is where I want to be forever.
The trumpet is whistling; the drums are drumming,
The ocean moves with all its power.
The sun shines brightly like there is no tomorrow.
There is no reason to be hopeless after all.
There is hope, and there is life, and there will be another day,
Life goes on; the jazz will live forever, and the ocean, and the beach,
And the sand, and the birds, and the sun,
It’s only us that have an expiration date,
Sooner or later, we’ll all be gone,
Leaving this magic for somebody else.