–  Jazzman –
by Carole King, 1974

Lift me, won't you lift me above the old routine
Make it nice, play it clean, Jazzman

When the Jazzman's testifyin'
A faithless man believes
He can sing you into paradise
Or bring you to your knees
It's a gospel kind of feelin'
A touch of Georgia slide
A song of pure revival
And a style that's sanctified

Jazzman, take my blues away
Make my pain the same as yours
With every change you play
Jazzman, oh, Jazzman

When the Jazzman's signifyin'
And the band is windin' low
It's the late night side of morning
In the darkness of his soul
He can fill a room with sadness
As he fills his horn with tears
He can cry like a fallen angel
When risin' time is near

Jazzman, take my blues away
Make my pain the same as yours
With every change you play

Oh, lift me, won't you lift me with every turnaround
Play it sweetly, take me down, oh, Jazzman
– Fascinating Rhythm –
by George (m) and Ira (w) Gershwin, 1924
for the stage production of "Lady Be Good"

Got a little rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm
That pitter-pats through my brain
So darn persistent, the day isn't distant
When it'll drive me insane
Comes in the morning, without any warning
And hangs around me all day
I'll have to sneak up to it, someday and speak up to it
I hope it listens when I say

Fascinatin' rhythm, you've got me on the go
Fascinatin' rhythm, I'm all a-quiver
What a mess you're making, the neighbors want to know
Why I'm always shaking, just like a flivver
Each morning I get up with the sun
Start a-hopping, never stopping
To find, at night, no work has been done

I know that
Once it didn't matter, but now you're doing wrong
When you start to patter, I'm so unhappy
Won't you take a day off, decide to run along
Somewhere far away off, and make it snappy
Oh, how I long to be the gal I used to me
Fascinatin' rhythm, oh, won't you stop picking on me?

{repeat from "Fascinatin' rhythm, you've got me," inserting}
Fascinatin' rhythm . . . . . Fascinatin' rhythm . . . .
{before last line}
– On the Sunny Side of the Street –
w Dorothy Fields, m Jimmy McHugh, 1930

Grab your coat and get your hat
Leave your worry on the doorstep
Just direct your feet
To the sunny side of the street

Can't you hear a pitter-pat
And that happy tune is your step
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street

I used to walk in the shade
With those blues on parade
But now I'm not afraid
This rover crossed over

If I never had a cent
I'd be rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the street