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.