We are the defenders of jazz ballet
People say, when they see us:
Hey folks! It's the saviors of jazz ballet
Fearless heroes of kick and spin

Baby, hear as they come
Climbing up som black and dying tree
Every night peacfully set the world on fire
Every nigh I hear the red parade

Say we, by command of the microphone
Such is our conviction
Make way for the saviours of jazz ballet
Hollow hearts make for pleasant lives