Blossom Dearie - Little Jazzbird Lyrics
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Little Jazzbird
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What Are The Lyrics For Little Jazzbird By Blossom Dearie?
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 playing He was happy as a lark To each measure he kept swaying And he stayed 'til after dark Then back to the land he knew Thrilled through and through He sailed on in the air Called all the other birds And in these words Started gurgling then and there I'm a little jazz bird And I'm telling you to be one too For a little jazz bird Is in heaven when it's singin' blue I say it with regret But you're out of date You ain't heard nothing yet 'Til you syncopate When the going is rough You will find your troubles all have flown If you warble your stuff Like the moanin' of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recipe And I'm sure you'll agree That a little jazz bird Is the only kind of bird to be I say it with regret But you're out of date You ain't heard nothing yet 'Til you syncopate When the going is rough You will find your troubles all have flown If you warble your stuff Like the moanin' of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 |
Who Wrote Little Jazzbird By Blossom Dearie?
George Gershwin, Ira Gershwin
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What's The Duration Of The Little Jazzbird By Blossom Dearie?The duration of Little Jazzbird is 3:15 minutes and seconds. |
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