[Intro] [Distant Chicago police sirens, loud clinking glasses] [Fast, heavy stride piano intro starts jumping, horns blast in] (Lead: Well, welcome to the South Side, baby! Welcome to the Sunset Cafe!) [Verse 1] The night is burning hot on Chicago's South Side, Forget about prohibition, we got nowhere to hide. Down in Bronzeville, we gather at the door, Where old garages used to be, we rock the wooden floor. The Sunset Cafe opens up its gates so wide, Welcome to the wicked times, come take a wild ride! (Vo-do-de-o-do!) [Chorus] [Explosive hot jazz brass, racing charleston beat] We do the Charleston at the Sunset Cafe, Inside this "Black and Tan", we dance the night away! Our legs fly high, the roaring trumpets scream, Louis Armstrong's on the mic, living out the dream! So swing and spring, the rhythm is so hot, Give it every single little thing you got! [Verse 2] Earl Hines is hammering the ivory keys so grand, Bootleg wine is flowing through the wildest crowd in town. Flapper girls are shaking in their dresses made of lace, Al Capone’s mobsters are watching o'er the place. No segregation here, we're mixing in the hall, Tonight we don't care 'bout the law outside at all! (Hot-cha-cha!) [Chorus] We do the Charleston at the Sunset Cafe, Inside this "Black and Tan", we dance the night away! Our legs fly high, the roaring trumpets scream, Louis Armstrong's on the mic, living out the dream! So swing and spring, the rhythm is so hot, Give it every single little thing you got! [Verse 3] The South Side is shaking, no jukeboxes around, 'Cause the live band is blasting the heaviest jazz sound. The curtains go up and the showgirls dance so fine, A wild night like this is a true Chicago sign! The Roaring Twenties glitter through the dark and smoke, The Sunset Cafe Stompers are giving it a stroke! (Skidoo!) [Bridge] [Music drops to solo slapping banjo, racing piano and handclaps] Hear that stride piano? Earl Hines is going wild! This heavy driving rhythm is nobody's child. The knees go in, the hands go out before, We’re born for the Windy City, shaking up the floor! (Ready, boys? Blow that horn!) [Instrumental Solo] [Furious screeching trumpet solo in Louis Armstrong style, jumping piano] (Play that horn, Satchmo!) [Fierce rolling drums and heavy brass chord hold] [Chorus] [Maximum band explosion, hyper-tempo finale] We do the Charleston at the Sunset Cafe, Inside this "Black and Tan", we dance the night away! Our legs fly high, the roaring trumpets scream, Louis Armstrong's on the mic, living out the dream! So swing and spring, the rhythm is so hot, Give it every single little thing you got! [Outro] [Fast rhythmic hit, big final cymbal crash] Yeah, that's Chicago jazz, baby! (That’s the bee’s knees!) [End]
