Shake It To The Sun

Your hands up high,
Your feet on ground; the talking drums will make you pound.
Hey, hey, shake it to the sun; hey, hey,
We've only just begun.
The horns are crying,
The drums are hot; this is the place where we forgot.
No sorrow, only fire; we take it even higher.
The rhythm is the only king; now let the horns and voices ring.