King of the Sticks
He's King of the Home
in his high chair and gown,
taking his feedings with
dreams of being' downtown;
his jazz band was playing'
he'd blow and he'd sway;
he remembers those times
like it was yesterday.
Sneaking drinks from old Joe,
playing cards in the back,
going upstairs with Lil
so he don't lose the knack!
He's behaving himself,
but he ain't forgot tricks
he learned in the mean streets
as King of the Sticks.
*******
...for all the old jazzmen
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