I went to a concert to see Nina Simone
The concert was over, there was still a band playing the rap-up
The bongo man laid his plead with his hands
I closed my eyes and looked at him

Victor should have been a jazz musician
I said to myself, Victor should have been a jazz musician

I looked at his face, and I saw Victor
I looked at his smile and I saw Victor
I looked at his hair, I thought

Victor should have been a jazz musician
Victor should have been a jazz musician

There were people dancing on the floor, they were so high
You should have seen Victor smile, you should have seen Victor smile
As they danced all the while all around on the floor
And he laughed

Victor should have been a jazz musician
Oh, Victor should have been a jazz musician
He was playing so nice, the jazz musician

He’s living in a fast beat, in a city that’s hot
Telling all the Latinos and the Puerto Ricans
Victor seems happy but doesn’t even know himself
He’s gotta look inside to know where his first life is

Victor was a jazz musician, gotta look inside to know
He was a jazz musician, in his first life, he was a jazz musician
Victor was a jazz musician

Somewhere, Victor plays his music, he loves his music
Somewhere, Victor loves his music, he plays his music
Somewhere, Victor is a jazz musician, jazz