[Intro] (Conga slap: Pa-tiki-pa-tiki-SLAP!) "Pass the hot sauce! Bring the ancestors in!" [Verse 1] (Greasy Shuffle Pocket) Smoke from the grill smelling sweet in the breeze, Cousins are dancing beneath the oak trees. Trombone is laughing, high whistle sings, Touching the magic that family brings. Don't rush the swing, let the belly-laugh roll, Scooping up joy from an iron stew bowl. [Pre-Chorus] (Call and Response Build) Leader: "Who’s hungry tonight?" Crowd: "WE ALL ARE!" Leader: "Shout to the sky!" Crowd: "LIKE A SHINING STAR!" [Chorus 1] (Organic Soul Explosion) WIND IT UP! (slap) . . . let the congas ROLL! Throw your whole heart in the family bowl! Loose-fit pocket with a greasy lean, Warmest little backyard you’ve ever seen! (Sing it out! Pass the plate!) [Instrumental Break - Live Conga Battle & Dynamic Brass Riffs] [Verse 2] Grandpa’s old ghost is tapping his cane, Washing away all the generational pain. Garlic and butter on the wooden board, This is the treasure that cannot be stored. Unquantized love with a bounce and a grin, Opening the screen door and pulling you in. [Chorus 2] (Full Ensemble Climax) WIND IT UP! (jump) . . . SHAKE the whole street! Feel the happy pavement under your feet! Horns blowing loud for the living and gone, Dancing together until the new dawn! [Outro] Good food. Good folks. The conga carries on down the block. Love never dies.
