Once in a blue moon a player could noodle oh, so sweet;

Man, what lovely sounds that Gypsy ax would make!

Out of the clear blue sky--hear those crazy jazz notes fly!

 

No one has heard of a player whose fingers were oh, so fleet;

Django's his name,and jazz his game;

Chords roar and his solos soar;

And he loves life!

Lives it big, lives it a whole lot.

 

He made his magic with only three fingers that really flew;

Dieux!  His hot quintette could play it fast and true.

Off of the Paris streets, he paved the way for modern beats;

 

Once in a while comes a brother who plays from his very soul.

Django had heart from the very start;

Now he's gone, but his fame lives on;

And he loved life!

Lived it big, lived it a whole lot.