Verse 1: Nights on the town
Drinks till 3:00
Had lots of fun...
My Lady and me...
Nothing to worry..nothing to care
We were young...no despair

Verse 2: Then one day
We were no more...
My Lady said to me
As she walked out that door
Don't look so sad...we had a good run
It's a Sunday kind of jazz.

Verse 3: Time has a way of catching up
Before you know it
We lost our touch...
Growing older...mellowing
It's a Sunday kind of jazz for me.


Frank Iacovazzi 6/21/06

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