The singer from hell wants it all
The singer from hell knows it all
The singer from hell tells you what to do
How to groove and how to move
The singer from hell knows how to sing
But even worse, how to swing
The singer from hell knows the worst to expect
That is how to read
No need to tell her how to reharmonize
No need to tell her how to recognize
A swing from a bossa, samba from be bop
'Cause she knows it all
The singer from hell wants nothing at all
The singer from hell knows nothing at all
The singer from hell doesn't know what to do
How to groove and how to move
The singer from hell doesn't knows how to sing
But even worse, not how to swing
The singer from hell doesn't know theory
Or how to read
You need to tell her how to reharmonize
You need to tell her how to recognize
A major from minor, a triad from a fifth
'Cause she knows nothing at all
Cause she knows nothing at all
Come on, jazz police; throw that singer in jail!
