Death of the Scat Man aka the endless Scat

Reclining in a hospital bed,
Heart monitor beating to the rhythm,
the Scat Man knows it’s time.

He tears the mouth tube free
and sucks in a lung full of air.

One.
Last.
Scat.

Bop ba bodda bope
Be bop ba bodda bope
Bop ba bodda bope
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

eeeeeeeeeeeeee

eeeeeeeeeeee

eeeeeeeee

eeeeee

eeee

e

Theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Endless Scat.

(3/13/1942 – 12/3/1999)

When the voice is an instrument,
Words are no longer lyrics,
They are the music.

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