There's No Lust in Jazz Lyrics

?: Okay, it's, uh, just about time, you guys, what d'you say?:

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?: Uh . . .?: One?: Rolling?: Rolling . . . Frank is rolling?: Rolling? It's rolling . . .?: One!?: Test two?: Test . . . three?: Oh, now this is what I call brotherly love?: Man, chics are really harm, man. Now there are tits?: Hey you're taking between that baby

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Aaaaah . . .?: No stopping!?: Oh, I'm telling you . . .?: There is a chic where I'm hung?: Oh yes . . . And she enjoys every moment?: She wants you Dick?: She's waiting for your big . . .?: Now listen?: Bwana?: She said give me the guy with the throb
AAH!?: Oh . . . really?: Okay, enough?: What can you say?: See you later?: See, this is what happens when you join up a rock group, George, get off that jazz syndrome . . . there's no lust in jazz