Little Jazz Bird

[JEFF]

Into a cabaret, one fatal day

A little songbird flew

Found it so very gay, he thought he'd stay

Just to get a bird's-eye view

When he heard the jazz band playin'

He was happy as a lark

To each measure he kept swayin'

And he stayed 'til after dark

Then back to the land he knew, thrilled through and through

He sailed on in the air

Called to the other birds, and in these words

Started gurgling then and there

I'm a little jazz bird

And I'm tellin' you to be one, too

For a little jazz bird

Is in heaven when it's singin' blue

I say it with regret

But you're out of date

You ain't heard nothin' yet

'Til you syncopate

When the goin' is rough

You will find your troubles all have flown

If you warble your stuff

Like the moanin' of a saxophone

Just try my recipe

And I'm sure you'll agree

That a little jazz bird

Is the only kind of bird to be

*Whistling*

I say it with regret

But you're out of date

You ain't heard nothin' yet

'Til you syncopate

*Whistling*

Just try my recipe

And I'm sure you'll agree

That a little jazz bird

Is the only kind of bird to be