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All you sinners drop everything |
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Everything |
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Let the melody and the harmony ring |
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Let it ring |
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Lift arms up to |
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Heaven and sing |
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Ring-a-ding |
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Sing you sinners woncha sway n' swing |
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What a thing |
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Start with clappin' y'hands all about |
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All about |
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Don't be silent - |
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Let the Lord hear y'shout |
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Shout it out |
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And jus' let the music come out |
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Of yr snout |
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Sing you sinners woncha sway n' swing |
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Check it out (Dig the drift of what I mean) |
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In a world where there's no music (Old Scratch) |
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Satan gets his kicks (He's up to his tricks) |
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He'll be laughing up and down the banks (Hee, hee, hee) |
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Of that river |
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Styx You're so wicked baby, and you're depraved |
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You can rave |
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It's apparent that you have misbehaved |
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To your grave |
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But if you should wanna be saved |
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Jus' behave |
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Take a listen now to the bird... |
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Stop all that chewin' yer cud - and all that standin' in the mud there |
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Swing people! |
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Swing every chortle from yer mortal portal |
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I dig that everyone believes that all cattle prodigies |
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Are like a sneeze |
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Hard blowin'-missin one lick of blowin' talent to show (If y'sing - y' gotta swing!) |
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But remember that the day will come when you |
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Will be just steak on a plate (Folks, y'know it's fate) |
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So dig the music of the swing-o-sphere - (before your swing arrives too late) |
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That's a little too dark |
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Still, it's true - we've got breath for such a limited time |
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What are ya, stupid, ya cows?? - you'd think to sing was a crime |
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In defense now; hence now; |
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Here's comes |
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Adele McCluck: |
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Mrs. Mockingbird, |
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I must say you haven't heard |
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The friendly bellowing swing of our friends the cows - |
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As they shed their way from |
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Teagarden to |
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Fuller Instead of spendin' ev'ry day jus' sneakin' around |
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To life another lick - |
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These cats work on their cow-tone, so when they get up to blow |
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They blow a fatter bone-tone into the ozone (And furthermore...) |
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You tweety-birds are always singin' away |
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Never givin' up thought of what you say |
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We cows do - shedding takes up most of our day |
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So when we start and settle in to play - we can say |
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A moo is an array of what we've always known to be |
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The best and only way to play (What we mean to say is...) |
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Before the band will letcha sing (Sing with Fletcher Henderson) |
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You've got to get y'self to swing (Like the Bean or Satch) |
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So your horn can blow - a single note or two |
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Of deeper thinking (That's the way to swing) |
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So set your mind upon a tone (When you're shedding all alone) |
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And you will have a cornerstone (Like the bass trombone) |
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Blow your horn and take a bow |
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So that you're swinging like the cows |
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Pythagoras would be so proud of us |
