When I hear a beep-bop tune
I often lose my mind and levitate
I float around above the stage
Sometimes mess-of-us are coming late
The helium I've just inhaled
Makes me feel like I'm getting high on miles
When
I play my trumpet loudly Sometimes blows so hard I'm blown away
I drift around the balcony Trying to find the note I couldn't play
The alcohol I've just consumed Will
give me wings so I can fly with miles
In space,
everybody jams with miles
In space,
everybody jams with miles
In space,
everybody jams with miles
In space,
everybody
jams with miles
If you wanna blow with John Coltrane or Charlie,
but
you've got to ask the man
You can hear them playing up in heaven
Jamming with God's saintly all-star band
When I think of all the grooving music
Floating round and round without a space
Go and gather all the angels round Praise the Lord,
we're gonna jam with miles
In space,
everybody
jams with miles In space,
everybody
jams with miles
In space,
everybody jams with miles In space,
everybody jams with miles
space everybody
jams with
my in space
I
got a journey to get to man with the golden oar
You know he is,
he was,
and he always will be the leader of the gang
High up on the hill I heard Sean Page was an evil mother
But we can't forgive this talented brother In
a league of his own with the Lord in his soul
His art was black,
his music is gold But everybody loved him,
black or white
He belonged in space by our rules My old friend
Don't you know,
don't you know Don't you know, don't you know