Festival Minor
Gerry Mulligan Sextet
6:51Listen to them play our song How they shock my poor brain with that electric refrain I hear a buzzin', just like a dozen doorbells Everytime I hear our song I get weak in the knees my heart pumps up a breeze Sending a stream to every extremity Parts of my anatomy are not controlled by me (not controlled by me) The music's magic spell (the music's magic spell leaves me a mess) Leaves me a mess of quivering jelly Everytime I hear our song I get weak in the knees my heart pumps up a breeze I must confess, it leaves me a mess Our song I hear a buzzin' Just like a dozen doorbells (ding, ding, ding, ding, ding) Sending a stream of Everytime I hear our song I get weak in the knees my heart pumps up a breeze I must confess, it leaves me a mess Our song does It leaves me a mess I love to hear our song 'cause I love to hear our song 'cause I love to hear our song 'cause It grooves me so Our song