Snazzy

Let me tell you about the Winterlands
And the snazzy jazzy chill
Green and unfettered on the mop stage
In the fishbowl city
They were regarded as snazzy

I cried for the band
I cried outside
I cried for the man
That sweat muscled and melted
Their prescription flesh
I cried for the band
In the aisle
I cried for the man
Snazzy

And if this song ever gets
Or if I ever do
I'm sure it will be in purgatory
Where all people will dance
And cry for the band

And tears run on the noodles
They were snazzy jazzy
Legs like trunks of ash
Trunks of tree

Stand up for the man
Stand up for the man
Stand up for the man
Stand up for the man