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Into a cabaret |
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One fatal day |
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A little songbird flew |
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Found it so very gay |
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She thought she'd stay |
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Just to get a bird's eye view |
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When she heard the jazz band playing |
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She was happy as a lark |
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To each measure she kept swaying |
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And she stayed 'til after dark |
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Then back to the land she knew |
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Thrilled through and through |
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She sailed on in the air |
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Called all the other birds |
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And in these words |
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Started gurgling then and there |
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I'm a little jazz bird |
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And I'm telling you to be one too |
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For a little jazz bird |
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Is in heaven when it's singin' blue |
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I say it with regret |
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But you're out of date |
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You ain't heard nothing yet |
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'Til you syncopate |
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When the going is rough |
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You will find your troubles all have flown |
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If you warble your stuff |
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Like the moanin' of a saxophone |
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Just try my recipe |
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And I'm sure you'll agree |
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That a little jazz bird |
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Is the only kind of bird to be |
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I say it with regret |
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But you're out of date |
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You ain't heard nothing yet |
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'Til you syncopate |
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When the going is rough |
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You will find your troubles all have flown |
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If you warble your stuff |
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Like the moanin' of a saxophone |
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Just try my recipe |
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And I'm sure you'll agree |
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That a little jazz bird |
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Is the only kind of bird to be |