Sing You Sinners - Manhattan Transfer with Phil Collins

Written by：W. Frank 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