Savoy Sides presents a new saxaphone sensation;

It's Parker's band with a smooth style of syncopation.

Kansas born and growin', you won't believe what the boys are blowin'.



You got to come on, man, and take a piece of Mister Parker's band.



You'll be ridin' by bareback on your armadillo;

You'll be groovin' high or relaxin' at Camarillo.

Suddenly the music hits you; it's a bird in flight that just can't quit you.



You got to come on, man, and take a piece of Mister Parker's band.



We will spend a dizzy weekend smacked into a trance.

Me and you will listen to a little bit of what made the preacher dance.



Bring your horn along and you can add to the pure confection;

And if you can't fly you'll have to move in with the rhythm section.

Either way you're bound to function; Fifty-Second Street's the junction.



You got to come on, man, and take a piece of Mister Parker's,

Clap your hands and take a piece of Mister Parker's,

Come on, man, and take a piece of Mister Parker's band.



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