You had to know what you were doing
Up on the band
Nobody lining up
To come give you a hand
No way could you fake it
At 18th and Vine
And we could really put the sauce on it
We'd do it all the time
We was hot as smokin' pistols
Chopping everybody down
Swinging like dogs, man
Kings of the town
There'd be a cutting contest
You had to do your research
I'd pull out a lick or two
From Saturday night church
Yeah, you'd maybe get to try
A couple things you learned
But you had to do your homework
'Cause a gig was earned
When swing turned into bebop
It was all going on
Blowing all night
On past the dawn
Up on the band
Nobody lining up
To come give you a hand
No way could you fake it
At 18th and Vine
And we could really put the sauce on it
We'd do it all the time
We was hot as smokin' pistols
Chopping everybody down
Swinging like dogs, man
Kings of the town
There'd be a cutting contest
You had to do your research
I'd pull out a lick or two
From Saturday night church
Yeah, you'd maybe get to try
A couple things you learned
But you had to do your homework
'Cause a gig was earned
When swing turned into bebop
It was all going on
Blowing all night
On past the dawn
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