Manhattan Transfer - Sing You Sinners Lyrics
Once a mockingbird (dig) - he was overheard (what)-singing out a word (I) - to a cattle heard: (heard)(quoth the mockingbird - dig what Im layin down)All you bovine creatures - dig what Im layin down!All you sinners drop everythingEverythingLet the melody and the harmony ringLet it ringLift arms up to heaven and singRing-a-dingSing you sinners woncha sway n swingWhat a thingStart with clappin yhands all aboutAll aboutDont be silent - let the lord hear yshoutShout it outAnd jus let the music come outOf yr snoutSing you sinners woncha sway n swingCheck it out(dig the drift of what I mean)In a world where theres no music(old scratch)Satan gets his kicks(hes up to his tricks)Hell be laughing up and down the banks(hee, hee, hee)Of that river styxYoure so wicked baby, and youre depravedYou can raveIts apparent that you have misbehavedTo your graveBut if you should wanna be savedJus behaveTake a listen now to the bird...Janis solo:Stop all that chewin yer cud - and all that standin in the mud thereSwing people! swing every chortle from yer mortal portalI dig that everyone believes that all cattle prodigiesAre like a sneezeHard blowin-missin one lick of blowin talent to show(if ysing - y gotta swing!)But remember that the day will come when youWill be just steak on a plate(folks, yknow its fate)So dig the music of the swing-o-sphere -(before your swing arrives too late)Janis solo, continued:Thats a little too darkStill, its true - weve got breath for such a limited timeWhat are ya, stupid, ya cows? ? - youd think to sing was a crimeIn defense now; hence now; heres comes adele mccluck:Cheryls solo:Mrs. mockingbird, I must say you havent heardThe friendly bellowing swing of our friends the cows -As they shed their way from teagarden to fullerInstead of spendin evry day jus sneakin aroundTo life another lick -These cats work on their cow-tone, so when they get up to blowThey blow a fatter bone-tone into the ozone(and furthermore...)Alans solo:You tweety-birds are always singin awayNever givin up thought of what you sayWe cows do - shedding takes up most of our daySo when we start and settle in to play - we can sayA moo is an array of what weve always known to beThe best and only way to play(what we mean to say is...)Before the band will letcha sing(sing with fletcher henderson)Youve got to get yself to swing(like the bean or satch)So your horn can blow - a single note or twoOf deeper thinking(thats the way to swing)So set your mind upon a tone(when youre shedding all alone)And you will have a cornerstone(like the bass trombone)Blow your horn and take a bowSo that youre swinging like the cowsPythagoras would be so proud of us
