Magic beat Jazz in East-West clash
Last time I saw him
Was way out in the desert.

Napoleon brandy and a deck of cards
Was all he had
When he went to seek his fortune.

He was riding the ghost train out of town
Wheels of lightning
Were rolling in the sky.

And the judies on the corner
Had laugh lines in their eyes
He left Jazz lying in the gutter
Under a shroud of flies
And I guess he won't be coming back no more.

Because Magic beat Jazz in East-West clash
He left the city
Gonna follow the minstrel show.

Magic beat Jazz in East-West clash
Last time I saw him
Was way out in the desert.