Jazz Fever - Rachel Bloom

Now I got a sore

Down in my drawers

I’m nauseous and I’m feeling kinda hot

Woh

A sore throat that lingers

And rashes on my fingers

My mother once warned me on this illness I got

I got jazz fever

It’s the fever that you get from too much jazz

Jazz fever

It’s the fever that you get from too much jazz

I go to the doctor, say how bad I feel

He looks me up and down and says:

«Jazz fever isn’t real, you have syphilis»

Oh, guess they don’t teach jazz fever in medical school

He tells me: «take this medicine»

But I ain’t a fool, instead I take

More ja-ja-ja-ja-jazz

The only cure for jazz fever is more jazz

Jazz fever

Buzz off, penicillin

Inject me with jazz

Now I gone deaf

From the trumpets!

I can’t feel my feet

From the dance!

I’m having seizures and my back skin looks like raw meat

Can explain that!

The doctor keeps calling

But I’ve sealed my fate

'Cos jazz has an 80% mortality rate

Jazz fever

It’s the fever that you get from too much jazz

Jazz fever

It’s the fever that you get from too much jazz