Suburban Eyes - Thelonious Monk, Art Blakey, Milt Jackson

The man who only lives for making money

Lives a life that isn’t necessarily sunny

Likewise the man who works for fame

There’s no guarantee that time won’t erase his name

The fact is, the only work that really brings enjoyment

Is the kind that is for girl and boy meant

Fall in love and you won’t regret it That’s the best work of all, if you can get it Chorus:

Holding hands at midnight

'Neath a starry sky

Nice work if you can get it And you can get it if you try

Strolling with the one girl

Sighing sigh after sigh

Nice work if you can get it And you can get it if you try

Just imagine someone

Waiting at the cottage door

Where two hearts become one

Who could ask for anything more?

Loving one who loves you

And then taking that vow

It’s nice work if you can get it And if you get it, won’t you tell me how?