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Song title: Manhattan Transfer - Sing You Sinners

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Once a mockingbird (dig) - he was overheard (what)
-singing out a word (I) - to a cattle heard: (heard)
(quoth the mockingbird - dig what Im layin down)
All you bovine creatures - dig what Im layin down!

All you sinners drop everything
Everything
Let the melody and the harmony ring
Let it ring
Lift arms up to heaven and sing
Ring-a-ding
Sing you sinners woncha sway n swing
What a thing

Start with clappin yhands all about
All about
Dont be silent - let the lord hear yshout
Shout it out
And jus let the music come out
Of yr snout
Sing you sinners woncha sway n swing
Check it out
(dig the drift of what I mean)

In a world where theres no music
(old scratch)
Satan gets his kicks
(hes up to his tricks)
Hell be laughing up and down the banks
(hee, hee, hee)
Of that river styx

Youre so wicked baby, and youre depraved
You can rave
Its apparent that you have misbehaved
To your grave
But if you should wanna be saved
Jus behave
Take a listen now to the bird...

Janis solo:
Stop all that chewin yer cud - and all that standin in the mud there
Swing people! swing every chortle from yer mortal portal
I dig that everyone believes that all cattle prodigies
Are like a sneeze
Hard blowin-missin one lick of blowin talent to show

(if ysing - y gotta swing!)

But remember that the day will come when you
Will be just steak on a plate
(folks, yknow its fate)
So dig the music of the swing-o-sphere -
(before your swing arrives too late)

Janis solo, continued:
Thats a little too dark
Still, its true - weve got breath for such a limited time
What are ya, stupid, ya cows? ? - youd think to sing was a crime

In defense now; hence now; heres comes adele mccluck:

Cheryls solo:
Mrs. mockingbird, I must say you havent heard
The friendly bellowing swing of our friends the cows -
As they shed their way from teagarden to fuller
Instead of spendin evry day jus sneakin around
To life another lick -
These cats work on their cow-tone, so when they get up to blow
They blow a fatter bone-tone into the ozone

(and furthermore...)

Alans solo:
You tweety-birds are always singin away
Never givin up thought of what you say
We cows do - shedding takes up most of our day
So when we start and settle in to play - we can say
A moo is an array of what weve always known to be
The best and only way to play

(what we mean to say is...)

Before the band will letcha sing
(sing with fletcher henderson)
Youve got to get yself to swing
(like the bean or satch)
So your horn can blow - a single note or two
Of deeper thinking
(thats the way to swing)
So set your mind upon a tone
(when youre shedding all alone)
And you will have a cornerstone
(like the bass trombone)
Blow your horn and take a bow
So that youre swinging like the cows
Pythagoras would be so proud of us