Jazz Fever lyrics

11pm, my typical day Cab ride to a club to hear some sweet jazz music play Pick out a musician, buy him a gin Then I take him home for a delicious night of sin Now I got a sore Down in my drawers I'm nauseous and I'm feeling kinda hot Woo! A sore throat that lingers And rashes on my fingers My mother once warned me of this illness I got I got jazz fever It's the fever that you get from too much jazz Jazz fever It's the fever that you get from too much jazz I go to the doctor, say how bad I feel He looks me up and down and says Jazz fever isn't real, you have syphilis Oh, guess they don't teach jazz in medical school He tells me: Take this medicine But I ain't a fool, instead I take More ja-ya-ya-ya-yazz The only cure for jazz fever is more jazz (Charleston!) Jazz fever Buzz off, penicillin Inject me with jazz Now I gone deaf (From the trumpets!) I can't feel my feet (From the dancing!) I'm having seizures and my back skin looks like raw meat (Can't explain that!) The doctor keeps calling But I've sealed my fate 'Cos jazz has an 80% mortality rate Jazz fever (Cough) It's the fever that you get from too much jazz (Charleston) Jazz fever It's the fever that you get from too much jazz