Medium swinging, funky fun jazz vocal song. Lyrics about sexy temptress who can’t be ignored, and can’t be trusted. Guitar and piano solos.
Track details
| Track ID number: | 11718 |
|---|---|
| Genres: | Vocal Jazz music - royalty free jazz with vocals -- Jazz: General & faster jazz |
| Moods/Emotions: | Busy / Active / Bustling -- Cool / Funky / Strutting -- Funny / Playful / Whimsical / Comical |
| Suggested Production Types: | Historical / Retro: 1960's -- Historical / Retro: 1950's -- Lounge / Cafe / Lobby / Bar -- Style / Fashion / Make-up |
| Prominent Instruments: | Bass (Upright/Acoustic) -- Drums (Drum Kit) -- Guitar (Electric) -- Piano (Acoustic) -- Vocals (Male) / Singing with Lyrics |
| Keywords / Hints: | Jazz, swing, combo, guitar, piano, bass, love, girlfriend |
| Tempo feel: | Medium -- Fast |
| Tempo Beats Per Minute: | 140 |
| Artist: | Buddy Moncrief |
| Composer: | Buddy Moncrief (BMI) |
| Publisher: | Acoustic SwaneeLand (BMI) |
| SRCO (Sound Recording Copyright Owner): | Buddy Moncrief |
| PRO / Non-PRO Track? | PRO (What's this?) |
| WAV file bit depth: | CD-quality / 16-bit (What's this?) |
| Stem files available for this track: | No |
| Lyrics: | Funky Russian hat Ten gallon eyes She fools you with her loving and her lies I dig her frenemies They come and go in spurts I love the way she loves me and I hate the way she flirts You can’t tell me she doesn’t know She makes the rules up as she goes Never answers her telephone Nobody home Buying drinks with a smile Returning presents for cash If you don’t want to know buddy, you ain’t got to ask Fine Italian boots Just below her skirt I love the way she loves me and I hate the way she flirts You can’t tell me she doesn’t know Makes the rules up as she goes Never answers her telephone Nobody home She’s cocky like a cat Like a dog I come If I’m a good boy you know she might just give me some I dig her frenemies They really dish the dirt I love the way she loves me and I hate the way she flirts You can’t tell me she’s out of touch Just enough is a little too much Never answers her telephone Nobody home |
| Album containing this track: | (None) |
Buddy Moncrief
Somewhere out on New Route 66, about 50 miles west of Sinatra and 75 miles east of Tom Waits, Swanson struts his swingin' and singin'. He loves Dave Frishberg songs and Johnny Walker in a tumbler. He'd like to hear Kurt Elling cover Stone Temple Pilots. Lonnie Johnson is God.
On his latest full-length release "We Can't Party Like We Used To" (2009 Acoustic SwaneeLand), Swanson pounds out 12 original vocal jazz cuts with a cool retro vibe. His bluesy vocals and tasty guitar licks remind of crooners past and present - Sinatra, Cole, John Pizzarelli come to mind - but his clever songwriting has a leaner, edgier feel to it that puts him squarely in the current century.