Rising and rhyming,
Rising and rhyming–
Rhyming without reason!
Melting pot of highs and lows,
Black and blue, white and gold,
So rich, so elaborate;
Each ingredient gets its share,
Each party member dances in the spotlight!
I must dance with them!
I must dance with them!
I must dance to the rising rhythm!
Hold my hand and dance with me
While the charming saxophone
Chitter-chatters with the worldly-wise bass
And captures the primitiveness of dance
In the most fluid and enchanting of ways—
Captures the sound of amusement and struggle.