[Verse 1: jump-blues shouter male MC, shouted and swinging over the big band] Saturday night at the union hall, the bride is wearin' lace Fourteen pieces on the riser, and I'm callin' out the pace Trombones on the left, the saxophones are in the middle row Got a drummer they call Hatchet 'cause he chops it when it's slow Then the groom's brother made a toast, but it was more like a roast Said the bride's Uncle Stosh still owed his daddy for a boat Uncle Stosh stood up so fast he put his chair into the cake And the cake went down like a building in a little earthquake Then the brother threw a punch, and then the uncle threw one back And I spun around and told the boys, "Don't you dare go slack" [Hook: jump-blues shouter, the brass section stabbing every line] Play through! Play through! Chair comes flyin', you just duck and keep the groove Groom's in a headlock, and the bride's in it too Fourteen pieces in the corner, and we play through [Verse 2: shouted faster, the walking bass running] So I kicked it up a gear, took the tempo from a trot And every punch the uncle threw, Hatchet put it on the spot Every time a fist would land, he'd hit it hard upon the snare And the people by the bar thought it was choreographed in there Flower girl was on a speaker eatin' frosting off her glove Grandma Delgado swung her purse and called it tough love Bartender kept on pourin', and the punch bowl took a hit And the faster that we played, the more the fight got into it Nobody calls the cops, 'cause who calls cops on a show? Every brawl is just a dance that ain't learned the steps, you know [Hook] Play through! Play through! Chair comes flyin', you just duck and keep the groove Groom's in a headlock, and the bride's in it too Fourteen pieces in the corner, and we play through [Drum Break: the band cuts out, Hatchet takes four bars alone, and the whole room freezes to watch] Hatchet, take it, four bars, chop it [Verse 3: jump-blues shouter, fourteen pieces crashing back in, faster] When the band came crashin' back, man, somethin' strange went down Uncle Stosh still had the brother, but they're spinnin' round and round Every swing became a twirl, and every shove became a dip Every headlock was a lindy hop, and every hook a flip And the bride grabbed both their collars and she swung 'em like a whip And the groom jumped on the table and he never lost the grip By the last call they were sweatin', they were huggin' on the floor Uncle Stosh said "Keep the boat, just give me one dance more" Fourteen pieces, one big fight, and we never dropped a bar That's the job, you play through, wherever the punches are [Hook] Play through! Play through! Chair comes flyin', you just duck and keep the groove Groom's in a headlock, and the bride's in it too Fourteen pieces in the corner, and we play through [End]
