Track Title:               Little Jazz Bird

Prime Artist:              Fred Astaire
Lyrics by:                 Ira Gershwin     (b. Israel Gershvin)
Music by:                  George Gershwin     (b. Jacob Gershvin)
From the Show:             Lady, Be Good  1924 (S)

Into a cabaret, one fatal day, A little songbird flew;
Found it so very gay, he thought he'd stay, Just to get a birds-eye view.
When he heard the jazz band playing, he was happy as a lark.
To each measure he kept swaying, And he stayed till after dark.
Then back to the land he knew, thrilled through and through,
He sailed on in the air, Called all the other birds, and
in these words started singing then and there:

Refrain - I'm a little jazz bird, And I'm telling you to be one, too. For a
little jazz bird is in heaven when it's singing 'blue'.

I say it with regret, But you're out of date;
You ain't heard nothin' yet, till you syncopate.
When the going is rough, You will find your troubles all have flown,
If you warble your stuff, Like the moaning of a saxaphone.
Just try my recipe, And I'm sure you'll agree,
That a little jazz bird Is the only kind of bird for me.

Contributed by Carlene Bogle