Django Reinhardt

Django Reinhardt was a gypsy.
Django Reinhardt caught on fire.
Django Reinhardt was a gypsy.
Woah oh oh. Woah oh oh oh oh.
Bella’s in the bedroom wrapped in blankets.
Bella’s in the bedroom sound asleep.
Celluloid flowers on the floor and carpet wrapped in paper blue and green.
And my friends pulled me out of the flames and shouts.
Bella you break my heart.
Hey! Wait I’m so sorry.
Bella baby, you know I can’t think straight when it’s this late.
Bella baby, I’m so sorry.
Then the war came and Nazi’s murdered everything but Doktor Jazz swears he’ll
let me live if I learn to play again.
Oh Paris! Oh Paris! I long to walk your streets again; dead or alive.
Hey! Wait I’m so sorry.
Bella baby, you know I can’t think straight when it’s this late.
Bella baby, I’m so sorry.
Friends pulled me out of the flames and shouts.
Bella you break my heart.
And then the Nazi’s came and outlawed everything even dancing and I just
couldn’t handle it. I think I’ll blow my brains to bits