If there's one thing I could change
One thing I'd like to rearrange
It'd be to change the day
That I first came to play
My Grandpa told me stories
Of back in the 1940s
The New York underground
Was stirrin' up the sounds
Bird was on the horn
Lady sang the blues
Monk was playin' melody
The people tapped their shoes
To the time travellin' blues
The people came to see
And not a one could keep their seat
The beat was in their hearts
And oh the beat was in the streets
Benzadrine was on the scene
All the boys was high
Kerouac he told the story
Through the key hole of his eye
All Al could do was howl,
Burroughs' lunch was nude
Old Jack he hit the road
He was all drunken with the news
To the time travellin' blues
These stories came to light
And these stories came to pass
They fired up a generation
That was smoking grass
The Doors they broke on through
The Beatles let it be
Star spangled in the haze
Was our good friend Jimi
The war it fanned the flames
The revolution couldn't lose
A time that's gone away to stay
But memories refuse
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