'Jazz'

That is indeed Richard Jobson - unmistakeably so. He sounds like that when he is declaiming.

You

You the shunned

Beckon tales of summer warmth

Summer warmth and beauty

of jazz gone nights in Mexico

That collect in Spanish beauty

To Swedish health with golden hair

To Africa and diamonds

Of holy days in Latin Rome And all its precious sevens

You

You shunned

You the shunned are left alone

With eyes which won't respect you

The mirror pulls a sullen face Whose solitude reflects you Isolating torrid things forever Cold and bitter The vision calls you a mess The ground bleats a titter Am fam jazz Quite difficult Am fam jazz in fashions I haven't got time to introduce myself But all of this beat could be enough Infinite 1, 2, 3, 4, jazz Jazz Jazz Jazz Old tin can man Old tin can can-can, can Some of that jazz Some of that jazz Painless beauty Can can Jazz Out and weaselly

I never even give it a chance Jazz All your methods gave us nothing All of your reason didn't arrive in time. Jazz Jazz Old tin can man Old can-can can-can, can, man Jazz 1, 2, 3, 4 jazz Jazz Jazz Old can-can can-can, can, man Jazz Jazz Jazz Jazz Jazz

I thought it was Richard Jobson ?