Once a mockingbird (dig) - he was overheard (what)
-singing out a word (I) - to a cattle heard: (heard)
(Quoth the mockingbird - dig what I`m layin` down)
All you bovine creatures - dig what I`m layin` down!
All you sinners drop everything
everything
Let the melody and the harmony ring
let it ring
Lift arms up to Heaven and sing
ring-a-ding
Sing you sinners woncha sway n` swing
what a thing
Start with clappin` y`hands all about
all about
Don`t be silent - Let the Lord hear y`shout
shout it out
And jus` let the music come out
of yr snout
Sing you sinners woncha sway n` swing
check it out
(Dig the drift of what I mean)
In a world where there`s no music
(Old Scratch)
Satan gets his kicks
(He`s up to his tricks)
He`ll be laughing up and down the banks
(Hee, hee, hee)
Of that river Styx
You`re so wicked baby, and you`re depraved
You can rave
It`s apparent that you have misbehaved
To your grave
But if you should wanna be saved
Jus` behave
Take a listen now to the bird...
Janis` solo:
Stop all that chewin` yer cud - and all that standin` in the mud there
Swing people! Swing every chortle from yer mortal portal
I dig that everyone believes that all cattle prodigies
are like a sneeze
Hard blowin`-missin one lick of blowin` talent to show
(If y`sing - y` gotta swing!)
But remember that the day will come when you
will be just steak on a plate
(Folks, y`know it`s fate)
So dig the music of the swing-o-sphere -
(before your swing arrives too late)
Janis` solo, continued:
That`s a little too dark
Still, it`s true - we`ve got breath for such a limited time
What are ya, stupid, ya cows?? - you`d think to sing was a crime
In defense now; hence now; Here`s comes Adele McCluck:
Cheryl`s solo:
Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say you haven`t heard
the friendly bellowing swing of our friends the cows -
as they shed their way from Teagarden to Fuller
Instead of spendin` ev`ry day jus` sneakin` around
to life another lick -
These cats work on their cow-tone, so when they get up to blow
They blow a fatter bone-tone into the ozone
(And furthermore...)
Alan`s solo:
You tweety-birds are always singin` away
Never givin` up thought of what you say
We cows do - shedding takes up most of our day
So when we start and settle in to play - we can say
A moo is an array of what we`ve always known to be
the best and only way to play
(What we mean to say is...)
Before the band will letcha sing
(Sing with Fletcher Henderson)
You`ve got to get y`self to swing
(Like the Bean or Satch)
So your horn can blow - a single note or two
of deeper thinking
(That`s the way to swing)
So set your mind upon a tone
(When you`re shedding all alone)
And you will have a cornerstone
(Like the bass trombone)
Blow your horn and take a bow
So that you`re swinging like the cows
Pythagoras would be so proud of us
