King of the Licks
...for jazz people everywhere
He's King of the Home
in his high chair and gown,
takin' his feedin's with
dreams of bein' downtown;
his jazz band was playin'
he'd blow and he'd sway,
he remembers those times
like it's just yesterday.
Sneakin' drinks from old Joe,
playin' cards in the back,
goin' upstairs with Lil
so he don't lose the knack!
He's behavin' hisself,
but he ain't forgot tricks
he learned in the mean streets
as King of the Licks.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2012
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