When the jazz is
When the jazz is here
The java is going
The java is going
There is a storm in the air
There is water in the gas
Between jazz and java
Every day a little more
There is jazz taking hold
So the rage heart
The java is packing up
Her little buttocks in disarray
Under her slit skirt
She crushes her Gauloise
And leaves in the street
When the jazz is
When the jazz is there
The java is going
The java is going
It's stormy in the air
There is water in the gas
Between jazz and java
When I listen blissfully
A drum solo
br/>There's java playing
In the name of the homeland
But when I shout bravo
To the accordionist
It's jazz that yells at me
Calling me racist
When jazz is
When jazz is there
Java goes away
Java goes away
There is a storm in the air
There is water in the gas
Between jazz and java
For me jazz and java
C It's the same thing
I get drunk at the Bastille
And blacken myself in Harlem
For me jazz and java
Basically it's all the same
Jazz says Go men
The java dit Go men
When jazz is
When jazz is there
Java is leaving
Java is leaving
There is a storm in the air
There is water in the gas
Between jazz and java
Jazz and java friends
It must be possible
So that so be it
Here, I share as a brother
I give jazz my feet
To mark its tempo
And I give java my hands
For the lower part of his back
And I give the java my hands
For the lower part of his back