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But you're out of date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
But if you’re a jazzy bird
Ya got to wake up at the crack of dawn
Hitting with a tuneful morning song
Get trillin in a-warblin’
Before that bevy blows in
Tra la la la and tweedle dee dee
From the tamarind tree,
We dig it
Cuz every little thing is
surely gonna be cool if you just sing,
Riffin’ in the treetop
Tweet your blues away
You know the early birdie gets a worm
On the other hand
The early worms are gettin’ eaten
They’re beaten, concedin’ the game
Well a cheerful chime of wrens can do it
Thrushes too and they can prove it
Showing at first of the morning light
They alight, and they delight in
Telling’ you what’s what
And mister night owl probably
pressing on that big ol’ snooze
once again as he grabs an extra forty winks
But the carpe, the diem they ain’t gonna wait
That’s not to say that you can’t
Stay up late and, congregate,
Syncopate, pollinate but the jazz bird
Got priorities
He’s got eyes on the prize
An early risin’ jazz bird is the bird to be
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
A little jazz bird
Is the only kind of bird
If you're gonna be a bird
Then a jazz bird is the bird to be