He Can't Swing
Maynard Ferguson & Big Bop No
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There's lots of cats around this town
Who quote every bebop phrase
They copy Diz or the President
And they wail on Bird's clichรฉs
I know a cat with a beat-up sax
He swears it's Bird's old axe
He's got a session bag, reads DownBeat Mag
Mmm, he can't swing
I know a cat with a high-tech rig
Throws a session after every gig
They don't let him blow, man, he ought to know
Mmm, he can't swing
You can have technique, good tone
And play with lots of spirit
If you can't swing, it just don't mean a thing
So no one here wants to hear it
I know a drummer with a funky beard
And he always tries to come on weird
He's got real dark shades and those dirty Suedes
Man, he just can't swing
These cats can swing
You can have technique, good tone
And play with lots of spirit
If you can't swing, it just don't mean a thing
So no one here wants to hear it
I know a cat who thinks he plays like Miles
Tries to copy all of Miles' styles
He's got the flashy suit, he owns a Harmon mute
He just ain't saying nothing
You can have a goatee down to your knees
Play pedal tones, hit double C's
You can jive all day, you can jive all night
If you can't swing, it just ain't right
So dig, go get a day gig