Sing You Sinners

<br>Once a mockingbird (dig) - he was overheard (what)<br>-singing out a word (I) - to a cattle heard: (heard)<br>(Quoth the mockingbird - "dig what I`m layin` down")<br>"All you bovine creatures - dig what I`m layin` down!"<br><br>All you sinners drop everything<br>everything<br>Let the melody and the harmony ring<br>let it ring<br>Lift arms up to Heaven and sing<br>ring-a-ding<br>Sing you sinners woncha sway n` swing<br>what a thing<br><br>Start with clappin` y`hands all about<br>all about<br>Don`t be silent - Let the Lord hear y`shout<br>shout it out<br>And jus` let the music come out<br>of yr snout<br>Sing you sinners woncha sway n` swing<br>check it out<br>(Dig the drift of what I mean)<br><br>In a world where there`s no music<br>(Old Scratch)<br>Satan gets his kicks<br>(He`s up to his tricks)<br>He`ll be laughing up and down the banks<br>(Hee, hee, hee)<br>Of that river Styx<br><br>You`re so wicked baby, and you`re depraved<br>You can rave<br>It`s apparent that you have misbehaved<br>To your grave<br>But if you should wanna be saved<br>Jus` behave<br>Take a listen now to the bird...<br><br>Janis` solo:<br>Stop all that chewin` yer cud - and all that standin` in the mud there<br>Swing people! Swing every chortle from yer mortal portal<br>I dig that everyone believes that all cattle prodigies<br>are like a sneeze<br>Hard blowin`-missin one lick of blowin` talent to show<br><br>(If y`sing - y` gotta swing!)<br><br>But remember that the day will come when you <br>will be just steak on a plate<br>(Folks, y`know it`s fate)<br>So dig the music of the swing-o-sphere -<br>(before your swing arrives too late)<br><br>Janis` solo, continued:<br>That`s a little too dark<br>Still, it`s true - we`ve got breath for such a limited time<br>What are ya, stupid, ya cows?? - you`d think to sing was a crime<br><br>In defense now; hence now; Here`s comes Adele McCluck:<br><br>Cheryl`s solo:<br>Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say you haven`t heard<br>the friendly bellowing swing of our friends the cows - <br>as they shed their way from Teagarden to Fuller<br>Instead of spendin` ev`ry day jus` sneakin` around<br>to life another lick -<br>These cats work on their cow-tone, so when they get up to blow<br>They blow a fatter bone-tone into the ozone<br><br>(And furthermore...)<br><br>Alan`s solo:<br>You tweety-birds are always singin` away<br>Never givin` up thought of what you say<br>We cows do - shedding takes up most of our day<br>So when we start and settle in to play - we can say<br>A moo is an array of what we`ve always known to be<br>the best and only way to play<br><br>(What we mean to say is...)<br><br>Before the band will letcha sing<br>(Sing with Fletcher Henderson)<br>You`ve got to get y`self to swing<br>(Like the Bean or Satch)<br>So your horn can blow - a single note or two<br>of deeper thinking<br>(That`s the way to swing)<br>So set your mind upon a tone<br>(When you`re shedding all alone)<br>And you will have a cornerstone<br>(Like the bass trombone)<br>Blow your horn and take a bow<br>So that you`re swinging like the cows<br>Pythagoras would be so proud of us