Line for Lyons - Chet Baker

Listen to them play our song

How they shock my poor brain with that electric refrain

I hear a buzzin', just like a dozen doorbells

Everytime I hear our song

I get weak in the knees my heart pumps up a breeze

Sending a stream to every extremity

Parts of my anatomy are not controlled by me

The music’s magic spell

Leaves me a mess of quivering jelly

Even on a violin

How those sweet dulcet tones pull marrow out of my bones

I must confess, it leaves me a mess, our song

Parts of my anatomy are not controlled by me

The music’s magic spell

Leaves me a mess of quivering jelly

Even on a violin

How those sweet dulcet tones pull marrow out of my bones

I must confess, it leaves me a mess, our song does

I love to hear our song 'cause

It grooves me so our song