(Scat)

[Verse 1]
You're deep just like a chasm
You've no enthusiasm
You're tired and uninspired
You're blasé

[Verse 2]
Oh, the day is one of leisure
In which you search for pleasure
You're bored when you're adored
Hot mama, you're blasé

[Bridge]
While you're reaching for the moon
And the stars up in the sky
The simple things of normal life
Slowly passing by

[Verse 3]
You sleep, the sun is shining
You wake, it's time for dining
There's nothing new for you to do
Hot mama, you're blasé
[Trumpet Chorus: Louis Armstrong]

[Verse 1]
Yes, you're deep just like a chasm
You've no enthusiasm
Mama, you're tired and uninspired
Whoa, you're blasé

[Verse 2]
(Scat), the day is one of leisure
In which you search for pleasure
You're bored when you're adored
Hot mama, you're blasé

[Bridge]
While you're reaching for the moon
And the stars up in the sky
The simple things of normal life
Slowly passing by

[Verse 3]
You sleep, the sun is shining
You wake, it's time for scoffing
There's nothing new for you to do
Mama, you're blasé, (scat), whoa yes, (scat), blasé