You’ve got every scale that’s known to man
You’ve got all of music in your fingertips
With your tenor saxophone you play
And the New York Knicks are playing ball with you
First a little rhyme that’s just a tease
Then to Sausalito for some cinnamon
Then into a seven-twelve you fly
And the pictures on the wall are flying too

You’ve got everything but words
You’ve got everything but words
So here are two
So here are two
So here are two
Branford Marsalis
Branford Marsalis
Branford Marsalis
Branford Marsalis

I did not see the Romans in the coliseum
I did not see Lenny Bruce in Paris
I did not see Babe Ruth at Yankee Stadium
But I saw Branford Marsalis at a club in Prague
At a club in Prague I saw Branford Marsalis
So–there

(lyrics: Dan Bern)