Lirik Lagu Sing You Sinners - Manhattan Transfer
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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 I'm layin' down")"All you bovine creatures - dig what I'm layin' down!"
All you sinners drop everythingeverythingLet the melody and the harmony ringlet it ringLift arms up to Heaven and singring-a-dingSing you sinners woncha sway n' swingwhat a thing
Start with clappin' y'hands all aboutall aboutDon't be silent - Let the Lord hear y'shoutshout it outAnd jus' let the music come outof yr snoutSing you sinners woncha sway n' swingcheck it out(Dig the drift of what I mean)
In a world where there's no music(Old Scratch)Satan gets his kicks(He's up to his tricks)He'll be laughing up and down the banks(Hee, hee, hee)Of that river Styx
You're so wicked baby, and you're depravedYou can raveIt's apparent that you have misbehavedTo your graveBut if you should wanna be savedJus' behaveTake a listen now to the bird...
Janis' solo:Stop all that chewin' yer cud - and all that standin' in the mud thereSwing people! Swing every chortle from yer mortal portalI dig that everyone believes that all cattle prodigiesare like a sneezeHard blowin'-missin one lick of blowin' talent to show
(If y'sing - y' gotta swing!)
But remember that the day will come when youwill be just steak on a plate(Folks, y'know it's fate)So dig the music of the swing-o-sphere -(before your swing arrives too late)
Janis' solo, continued:That's a little too darkStill, it's true - we've got breath for such a limited timeWhat are ya, stupid, ya cows?? - you'd think to sing was a crime
In defense now; hence now; Here's comes Adele McCluck:
Cheryl's solo:Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say you haven't heardthe friendly bellowing swing of our friends the cows -as they shed their way from Teagarden to FullerInstead of spendin' ev'ry day jus' sneakin' aroundto life another lick -These cats work on their cow-tone, so when they get up to blowThey blow a fatter bone-tone into the ozone
(And furthermore...)
Alan's solo:You tweety-birds are always singin' awayNever givin' up thought of what you sayWe cows do - shedding takes up most of our daySo when we start and settle in to play - we can sayA moo is an array of what we've always known to bethe best and only way to play
(What we mean to say is...)
Before the band will letcha sing(Sing with Fletcher Henderson)You've got to get y'self to swing(Like the Bean or Satch)So your horn can blow - a single note or twoof deeper thinking(That's the way to swing)So set your mind upon a tone(When you're shedding all alone)And you will have a cornerstone(Like the bass trombone)Blow your horn and take a bowSo that you're swinging like the cowsPythagoras would be so proud of us
All you sinners drop everythingeverythingLet the melody and the harmony ringlet it ringLift arms up to Heaven and singring-a-dingSing you sinners woncha sway n' swingwhat a thing
Start with clappin' y'hands all aboutall aboutDon't be silent - Let the Lord hear y'shoutshout it outAnd jus' let the music come outof yr snoutSing you sinners woncha sway n' swingcheck it out(Dig the drift of what I mean)
In a world where there's no music(Old Scratch)Satan gets his kicks(He's up to his tricks)He'll be laughing up and down the banks(Hee, hee, hee)Of that river Styx
You're so wicked baby, and you're depravedYou can raveIt's apparent that you have misbehavedTo your graveBut if you should wanna be savedJus' behaveTake a listen now to the bird...
Janis' solo:Stop all that chewin' yer cud - and all that standin' in the mud thereSwing people! Swing every chortle from yer mortal portalI dig that everyone believes that all cattle prodigiesare like a sneezeHard blowin'-missin one lick of blowin' talent to show
(If y'sing - y' gotta swing!)
But remember that the day will come when youwill be just steak on a plate(Folks, y'know it's fate)So dig the music of the swing-o-sphere -(before your swing arrives too late)
Janis' solo, continued:That's a little too darkStill, it's true - we've got breath for such a limited timeWhat are ya, stupid, ya cows?? - you'd think to sing was a crime
In defense now; hence now; Here's comes Adele McCluck:
Cheryl's solo:Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say you haven't heardthe friendly bellowing swing of our friends the cows -as they shed their way from Teagarden to FullerInstead of spendin' ev'ry day jus' sneakin' aroundto life another lick -These cats work on their cow-tone, so when they get up to blowThey blow a fatter bone-tone into the ozone
(And furthermore...)
Alan's solo:You tweety-birds are always singin' awayNever givin' up thought of what you sayWe cows do - shedding takes up most of our daySo when we start and settle in to play - we can sayA moo is an array of what we've always known to bethe best and only way to play
(What we mean to say is...)
Before the band will letcha sing(Sing with Fletcher Henderson)You've got to get y'self to swing(Like the Bean or Satch)So your horn can blow - a single note or twoof deeper thinking(That's the way to swing)So set your mind upon a tone(When you're shedding all alone)And you will have a cornerstone(Like the bass trombone)Blow your horn and take a bowSo that you're swinging like the cowsPythagoras would be so proud of us
