We are the Defenders of Jazz Ballet   People say, when they see us:   Hey, folks! It’s the Saviours of Jazz Ballet   Fearless heroes of kick and spin      Baby, hear as they come   Crawling on some black and dying tree   Every night peacefully set the world on fire   Every night I hear the red parade      Say we, by command of the microphone   Such is our conviction   Make way for the Saviours of Jazz Ballet   Hollow hearts make for pleasant lives