Magic Beat Jazz In East-West Clash

Magic beat Jazz in East-West clash

Last time I saw him

Was way out in the desert.



Napoleon brandy and a deck of cards

Was all he had

When he went to seek his fortune.



He was riding the ghost train out of town

Wheels of lightning

Were rolling in the sky.



And the judies on the corner

Had laugh lines in their eyes

He left Jazz lying in the gutter

Under a shroud of flies

And I guess he won't be coming back no more.



Because Magic beat Jazz in East-West clash

He left the city

Gonna follow the minstrel show.



Magic beat Jazz in East-West clash

Last time I saw him

Was way out in the desert.