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