Chet’s Chat

Hanging out with Chet in California
Trying to make a living, kick some ass
Gerry had a bad case of pneumonia
Taking more than giving, high on grass
Pepper was the hottest on the bandstand
Tenor sax with great finesse
Match to catch the sun in sound at wave land
The golden days of West coast jazz

Blowing free with Mr. D. in Frisco
Every day was summer, flying high
Wonder boy was going where the chicks go
Set your sights on many, multiply
We ran into some trouble at the cape fear
Chico played the drums too fast
His drumming sounds like bombing to a soft ear
The golden days of West coast jazz

Just blow your way
Light as a breeze
A hazy day
An extended tease
Let’s rush off with the seagulls
To some roof top flat
The lower the bet
The higher you get

Speeding up a little in the fast lane
Amsterdam the wild side, candy sweet
A junkie’s driving faster than a hell bound train
Heaven’s at the corner of the street
Peeping through the window for a last ride
Seven steps to heaven, un, dos, tres
Round about eleven in the red light
The final stage of West coast jazz