Jazz Butcher Theme by The Jazz Butcher Lyrics

Now, I'm your Jazz Butcher, and you've heard my name
But you've wondered about my game. We're gonna tell you right now
Stay on the scene like a... fruit machine

Aw, now it's happy hour in the abbatoir
You mash-potato with a fried alligator
You get down on your back. Do you like it like that?
I said my meat is the best, and it's written on my vest
It's a fact, because
I'm the Jazz Butcher, Jazz Butcher, Jazz Butcher - whoooa Oh Oh Oh

Now you're walking around with your head on the ground;
You need a little chicken, you need something, something you can lick in
My meat is so good, and my meat is so fine
Get down with my meat - it's gonna hit you with the beat
It's a fact because
I'm the Jazz Butcher, Jazz Butcher, Jazz Butcher - whoooa Oh Oh Oh

PSYCH-OUT!!!

Drum and bass now!
A little pinch now... are you ready, gentlemen?
The Jazz Butcher, Jazz Butcher, Jazz Butcher - whoooa Oh Oh Oh

We're gonna ham it up now...
Aw, hit me
SSSSHHH - hey, hey, what's that sound?
Everybody dig what's going down
I need a taxi home...
All the trains have closed down...
And my girlfriend's gone home with her sister...
I need a taxi home...
I need a taxi home...
AW SOMEBODY TURN THAT SAXOPHONE OFF!

Here comes the bit about New York buildings...
The New York buildings are immensely tall... and not at all offensive