[Verse] In the basement where the shadows play, Brass whispers low, then they sway, Murmurs curl like smoke in the air, Horn lines teasing secrets, rare. [Pre-Chorus] Fingers snap, feet tap, time slips slow, Notes drip honey, sweet and mellow glow. [Chorus] Warm that night, blow that horn, Jazz is sly, it’s softly born. Beneath the floor, where cool cats hide, Let that horn warm the evening tide. [Verse] Sly smiles catch the glimmered light, Sliding scales move out of sight, Bass hums deep, the keys comply, Horn section warming, sly and spry. [Pre-Chorus] Fingers snap, feet tap, time slips slow, Notes drip honey, sweet and mellow glow. [Chorus] Warm that night, blow that horn, Jazz is sly, it’s softly born. Beneath the floor, where cool cats hide, Let that horn warm the evening tide. [Bridge] Slick! A sudden twist, a playful glide, Improv’s touch, the night’s sly guide, Catch the breath, hold the night, Horn’s warm glow, just right. [Chorus] Warm that night, blow that horn, Jazz is sly, it’s softly born. Beneath the floor, where cool cats hide, Let that horn warm the evening tide. [Outro] So fade it slow, the horn’s sweet sigh, Basement blues that never die.