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But you're out of date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But you're out of date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