BRU JAZZ WE - Brussels Jazz Weekend

Some people call me trendy as hell.
Polkadots or college vest. I dress to impress.
I'm pure to the bone.
Street cred is my middle name.
Rock'n'roll will never die!
Looking for 'mucho calor'? That's me.
Flipflops and my pashmina, I never leave without them!

Manneken Pis... Help me find it.
Meet the locals, in the dark.
Hidden sights in Brussels? Hit me.
Brussels, impress me with grandeur.
Sure, there's shopping to be done.
Anything happening? Just ask me.

Show me Seattle in Brussels.
Don't fake the funk.
The piano ain't got no wrong notes.
Polé Polé, Mañana Mañana!
Beatrate 120 bpm and bass on 11.
But I still got the blues for Brussels.
It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing.
If I dance? Cha-cha-cha, rumba, samba, salsa, mambo, merengue or tango?

Live, high five. We're all into dancing.
Sit down and enjoy the groove.
In love with the smell of beer and cigarettes.
Some candle light and good company.
Thrilling atmosphere, impressive crowd.
Brussels by night and up for clubbing.