Good evening ladies & gentlemen   The Brood in jazz      I saw the genius come out of the bottle   freakin' out the old man in the candystore   a sad eyed jazz-cat tried to sell his trumpet   whatever the offer he always wants more   Every hit you get that don't break y'r neck   is gonna make you feel stronger   every storm you survive   is gonna make you last longer      Holes in the paper where words should be   I guess it's holy it's so hard to see   I wanna laugh & then again I wanna cry   I gotta dance, I gotta die   Junk-sick mornin's in the subway train   I shouldn't be there love in vain   whiskey in the ice-box colour TV   & for tonight you've got me   so I wonder      What's the hassle   What's the hassle      You took my style you used my phone   you took my bike you left me alone   I lost my job my family life   I lost my guts my natural drive   The first time I met you child   we were like tigers in a cage   goin' places I forgot   I guess we've got to turn the page      So what's the hassle   I wonder what's the hassle