Was a drop dead far out scene in Bebop town     
Three “where’d they come from” wise men were gunnin’ ‘em down 
Swooner than swoon, crooner than croon  
From the subterranean cellars to the Beat Manhattan moon
   
Addicted to the swank in the light of the lime     
Roving Asphalt gypsies blowin’ one note lines      
Back beat daddies in an offbeat school  
Everybody bowin’ to the Virgin birth of cool       

Hypocrites said it was the Devil’s horn       
Just freak jive, it wouldn’t last long     
But these three Saints weren’t prophets of doom 
They were the Big Bang Bad Boys givin’ birth to cool 

Parker, Monk and Davis wrote the book those days  
Carved it from the stone of their joy and pain  
Bending them notes from their fingers and throats 
Musicality Sexuality sowin’ their oats    

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Those bebop bands of brother ruled the world   

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