We are the Defenders of Jazz Ballet

People say, when they see us:

Hey, folks! It's the Saviours of Jazz Ballet

Fearless heroes of kick and spin



Baby, hear as they come

Crawling on some black and dying tree

Every night peacefully set the world on fire

Every night 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