Savoy Sides presents a new saxaphone sensation;   It's Parker's band with a smooth style of syncopation.   Kansas City born and growin', you won't believe what the boys are blowin'.      You got to come on, man, and take a piece of Mister Parker's band.      You'll be ridin' by bareback on your armadillo;   You'll be groovin' high or relaxin' at Camarillo.   Suddenly the music hits you; it's a bird in flight that just can't quit you.      You got to come on, man, and take a piece of Mister Parker's band.      We will spend a dizzy weekend smacked into a trance.   Me and you will listen to a little bit of what made the preacher dance.      Bring your horn along and you can add to the pure confection;   And if you can't fly you'll have to move in with the rhythm section.   Either way you're bound to function; Fifty-Second Street's the junction.      You got to come on, man, and take a piece of Mister Parker's,   Clap your hands and take a piece of Mister Parker's,   Come on, man, and take a piece of Mister Parker's band.