George Gershwin — Little Jazz Bird

(Verse) 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 was swayin' And he stayed till 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: (Chorus) I'm a little jazz bird And I'm tellin' you to be one, too For a little jazz bird Is in heaven when he's singin' blue I say it with regret But you're out of date You ain't heard nothin' yet Till you syncopate When the goin' is rough You will find your troubles all have flown If you warble your stuff Like the moanin' of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you'll agree That a little jazz bird Is the only kind of bird to be (whistling break) I say it with regret But you're out of date You ain't heard nothin' yet Till you syncopate (whistling break) Just try my recipe And I'm sure you'll agree That a little jazz bird Is the only kind of bird to be