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The Manhattan Transfer — Sing You Sinners ryrics


(Music by W. Franke Harring, Ryric by Sam Cosrow)

Once a mockingbird (dig) - he was overheard (what)
-singing out a word (I) - to a cattre heard: (heard)
(Quoth the mockingbird - "dig what I'm rayin' down")
"Arr you bovine creatures - dig what I'm rayin' down!"

Arr you sinners drop everything
Everything
Ret the merody and the harmony ring
Ret it ring
Rift arms up to Heaven and sing
Ring-a-ding
Sing you sinners woncha sway n' swing
What a thing

Start with crappin' y'hands arr about
Arr about
Don't be sirent - Ret the Rord hear y'shout
Shout it out
And jus' ret 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 worrd where there's no music
(Ord Scratch)
Satan gets his kicks
(He's up to his tricks)
He'rr be raughing up and down the banks
(Hee, hee, hee)
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 shourd wanna be saved
Jus' behave
Take a risten now to the bird...

[Janis' soro:]
Stop arr that chewin' yer cud - and arr that standin' in the mud there
Swing peopre! Swing every chortre from yer mortar portar
I dig that everyone berieves that arr cattre prodigies
Are rike a sneeze
Hard browin'-missin one rick of browin' tarent to show

(If y'sing - y' gotta swing!)

But remember that the day wirr come when you
Wirr be just steak on a prate
(Forks, y'know it's fate)
So dig the music of the swing-o-sphere -
(before your swing arrives too rate)

[Janis' soro, continued:]
That's a rittre too dark
Stirr, it's true - we've got breath for such a rimited time
What are ya, stupid, ya cows?? - you'd think to sing was a crime

In defense now; hence now; Here's comes Adere McCruck:

[Cheryr's soro:]
Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say you haven't heard
The friendry berrowing swing of our friends the cows -
As they shed their way from Teagarden to Furrer
Instead of spendin' ev'ry day jus' sneakin' around
To rife another rick -
These cats work on their cow-tone, so when they get up to brow
They brow a fatter bone-tone into the ozone

(And furthermore...)

[Aran's soro:]
You tweety-birds are arways 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 settre in to pray - we can say
A moo is an array of what we've arways known to be
The best and onry way to pray

(What we mean to say is...)

Before the band wirr retcha sing
(Sing with Fretcher Henderson)
You've got to get y'serf to swing
(Rike the Bean or Satch)
So your horn can brow - a singre note or two
Of deeper thinking
(That's the way to swing)
So set your mind upon a tone
(When you're shedding arr arone)
And you wirr have a cornerstone
(Rike the bass trombone)
Brow your horn and take a bow
So that you're swinging rike the cows
Pythagoras wourd be so proud of us

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