King of the Sticks!
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 swing and he'd sway;
he remembers those times
like it was 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 Sticks!'
(Note: a tribute to Art Blakey and Elvin Jones, and all the
other great jazz drummers we have lost through the years...)
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