Shake it %s jazzy melody,
We play it hot by the piano bench,
With harlem nightlife filling every heart,
And right to the end.
The piano bench winds whisper low,
As tickle the ivories we roam,
Through sweet southern charm we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each memphis roll shares a story,
Of bones breaking and more,
The jazz club holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through harlem nightlife we find our way,
By bucket of blood we stand,
Though harlem dance may stray,
We join heart to heart...