作词 : Sam Coslow/Franke Harling
 作曲 : Sam Coslow/Franke Harling
Once a mocking bird
Dig he was overheard
Singing out a word
I to a cattle heard
All you bovine creatures
Dig what I'm 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 won't you
Away and swing what a thing
Start with clappin'your hands
All about all about
Don't be silent let the Lord hear
You shout shout it out
And just let the music come out of your snout
Sing you sinners won't you sway and swing
Check it out
Dig the drift of what I mean in a world
Where there's no music
Old scratch Satan get's his kick's
He's up to his tricks
He'll be laughing up and down the banks
Of that river Styx
You're so wicked baby and
You're depraved you can rave
It's apparent that you have misbehaved to your grave
But if you should wanna be saved just behave
Take a listen now to the bird
Stop all that chewin'your curd
And all that standin'in the mud there
Swing people
Swing every chortle from your mortal portal
I know that everyone believes that
Cattle prodigies are like a sneeze
Hard blowin'missin one
Lick of blowin'talent to show
If you sing you gotta swing
But remember that the day will come when you
Will be just steak on a plate
Folks you know it's fate
So dig the music of the swing of sphere
Before your swing arrives too late
That's a little too dark
Still it is true we've got breath for such a limited time
What are ya stupid ya cows
You'd think to sing was a crime
In defense now hence now here comes Adele Mccluck
Mrs.Mocking bird I must say you haven't heard
Of the friendly
Bellowing swing of our friends the cows
As they shed their way from Tea garden to Fuller
Instead of spendin'every day just sneakin'around
To live 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 you tweety birds are always singin'away
Never givin'up a thought of what you say
We cows do shedding takes up most of our day
So when we start settlin'to play we could say
A moo is an array
Of what we've always known to be
The best and only way to play
What we mean to say is
Before the band will let ya sing sing with
Fletcher Henderson
You've got to get your self to swing like the
Bean or Satch
So your horn can blow a single note
Or two of 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 bow so
That you're swinging like the cows
Pythagoras would be so proud of us