Manhattan Transfer: Body and soul

Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones Yes indeed he was; Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good Some people knew him by the Bean But Hawkins was his name He sure could swing and play pretty too Sounds good to me -- should sound good to you I love to hear him playing Body and Soul Very pleasing to the ear When I first heard it on the record I just stopped-- right there, Sounded like a band of angels in the sky, And I have never ever heard a sweeter tone I fact I pay no 'ttention to the saxophone 'Til Coleman Hawkins came along and spoke to everyone -- Saying better listen won't you hear me, While I play for you -- Sometimes it's hot Then again it's blue My soul just seems to wander, Pleasing each and everyone -- It's what I've long been craving for The doors have not been always open, But I am trying to please you. Please don't stop me. Hope you like it folks And then he started cookin' -- Everytime he played Some melodic melody fast or slow You could tell that it was Hawkins -- No other one ever has Quite captured his tone Just he alone -- Has the sound that penetrates It will sure go right through you Yes it will -- And every chorus gives you just another thrill Then along came Eddie Jefferson He sang the melody like Hawkins played it He sang it true He sang it blue Made words for it too All his fans in New York loved him There's no one above him Here in the USA I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man Oh how he could sing Man did he swing Sang on the wing, did his own thing Yes he did Throughout the country -- Music lovers are still wiggin' on Eddie's singin' All around the world -- he is known Rhythm was his special joy -- He swung it like a horn He must have been born to be a singer 'Cause his lyrics were so sincere and true Funny sad or blue Oh yeah! And we've got to remind you Many years it took him Singing every day to achieve his first claim to fame He was twenty years ahead of his time And he knew it But he kept right on-a singing He went all around the world making rhythm 'Cause music sure was in him and he knew it was Sang with Moody and Richie Cole He could sing it just like Bird But his forte was the words he wrote to Music that he sang So he sang, and he sang And he sang his words so clever And I know they'll silence him never 'Cause he cut this masterpiece And now we're trying to sing it for you Hope the Bean and Eddie both would still approve There we go We didn't mean to reminisce You can surely bet That we won't forget 'Cause we hear them yet Goodbye