You got to come on man and take a piece of Mister Parker's band
You got to come on man and take a piece of Mister Parker's band
Me and you will listen to a little bit of what made the preacher dance
Clap your hands and take a piece of Mister Parker's
You'll be grooving high or relaxing at Camarillo
Suddenly the music hits you, it's a bird in flight that just can't quit you
We will spend a dizzy weekend smacked into a trance
You'll be riding by, bareback on your armadillo
You got to come on man and take a piece of Mister Parker's
And if you can't fly you'll have to move in with the rhythm section
Kansas city born and growing, you won't believe what the boys are blowing
Bring your horn along and you can add to the pure confection
Either way you're bound to function, 52nd Street's the junction
