Woke up in a stranger's room,
definitely not Rome.
A big fat man came
inside without knock.
He said, 'do you know
my name, Amico?
Everybody calls me the king of Chicago.
Don't try to run. I tied you to a piano'
Play me something, Jazzman!
Make me smile, make me laugh!
(you're not gonna let me down,
don't you?)
Play me something, Jazzman!
Make me smile, make me laugh!
I heard you're the best in United States.
I played my tunes through the night.
Thank god, seems he likes it.
but wait a second, he pulled out a gun.
Let's play the game, just you and me.
You can play. Appreciate it!
If you can play blindfolded,
I'll give you 100 bucks!
Play me something, Jazzman!
Make me smile, make me laugh!
(you better not to touch
a wrong note. Amico)
Play me something, Jazzman!
Make me smile, make me laugh!
(Becareful dude, I still hold the trigger.)
Woke up in a strange street,
definitely not a home.
All I remember is drink all night long.
I felt that my pocket's heavy.
Quite surprised when I opened it.
There were countless hundred
dollar bills in it.
That was a night in Chicago.