The Sugar Shack Prelude

Into the cave where lust and love became one

Where the round wound and the black bottom quiver

Where the ivory gets tickles by cool black hands

We create dance and melody

Resounding

Unpretentious spirit

Oh that we are the leaders of tomorrow

At a quarter past eleven they'll come running

Caged but ever free

To the sound of the drum and the runes on the wall

We remember our heroes ex-per-ession

Sassy

Lester

Billie

Satch and the Duke

Yes Lord, this is the place to be