The People Call Me the Phantom.

I wanted to be an old jazz man. So you know what soul man or jazz man is there really nothing else? Dizzy sounds like such a rejected seven dwarfs. They call me dizzy. I'm doing it. We're named after the Dean. And I love it. The villagers of this little town, which was closest to the hideout, which were where they had been hiding out essentially. There was an old lady there that told the local press that she used to see him all the time. He never said very much, but he always had a mischievous smile, which she seemed to like. Now, after hiding up her few years with soloist and his