Sharpblade Swing ext v2.1.1.2.1.2

Sharpblade Swing ext v2.1.1.2.1.2

2024-04-20

Erstellt von Prattman mit Udio AI

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Sharpblade Swing ext v2.1.1.2.1.2

2024-04-20

Lyrics

Each measured cut, with a foot-tapping flair Bringing out the jazz in everyone's hair [Chorus] With a sway and a swirl, snips fall to the floor We’re in Big Joe’s barbershop, jazz legends galore As the piano keys dance, and drums take flight Hearts beat in time, under Big Joe's light Ah, sweet clipper, Mr. Sharpblade, Snippin’ Sam He's got that magic, Lord, that style so grand Every cut he gives, with precision timing That old chair, he’s gonna make it something new But with the brass section, horns blaring strong Grooving tight, folks, I know we can't go wrong Snip, snip here, a snip, snip there, look alive Trimmin' beards into perfection, that's his vibe Clients sway to the rat-a-tat-tapping Of scissors and jazz, oh, both hands clapping He's the master, with a comb and saxophone In his kingdom of buzz, never cuts alone Oh, step right in, don't you be shy, take a seat Big Joe's razors got a rhythm, oh so sweet Feel the swagger in each smooth razor glide On a bluesy barbershop ride [Chorus] With a hot towel embrace, you feel just right Under trimmers' buzz, under the spotlight Ah, now follow the bass, that slappin' groove Twisting locks fall to the jiving move In the mirror's gaze, a suave debonair With each snip, he's cuttin' more than just hair The trumpets flare up, with a soulful moan Big Joe's scissors and comb, man, how they've grown Mister Sharpblade, Big Joe with his shiny shears In the jazz club barbershop, where the crowd always cheers A tisket, a tasket, clippin' to the trumpet's blast Inheritin' the rhythm, haircuts from the past [Verse 4] He's dappin' and flappin', those curls that'll soon be gone A quick step and snip, while the band plays on When you hear that trombone slide, feels so divine The chairs fill up, it's showtime at Big Joe's line [Verse 5] Saxophones wail as we're steppin' inside Big Joe's Barbershop, where the rhythm can't hide With a comb in his hand and a grin on his face He's the Duke of the haircut, the king of this place