(Appreciated when listening to Chasin’The Bird, by Charlie Parker)
INTRO:
If you should try to fly
The same as I
Take to the sky
Ever so high
I’d just rise and race
Vacating this space
I’d rise and race
All over the place
In case you do come a’chasin’
Saxophone Solo
Ornithologists who classified most every type of bird
Life that’s occurred
Have never said a word
As if the world never heard
Yardbird
Which to his fans seemed simply absurd
So we hollered this:
You ornithologists have glorified most every feathered thing
Born with a wing
To cackle call or sing
We feel his name ought to ring
Seeing
Yardbird not only flew, he could swing
You ornithologists
We must insist
That you add his
Name to your list
Since it’s Yardbird who
Took music and flew
To heights so new
Whatever you do
He truly should be included
Ornithologists regarded this suggestion with a scowl
Yardbird’s not fowl
They muttered with a growl
He can’t be stuffed like an owl
So now’ll
You Parker people stop all your howl
Trumpet Line
Me, I’m a bird who ought to be left absolutely free
To flutter around and about in the trees
To spree like a breeze
To come and go as I please
Please, do not begin connecting me to ornithology
I’m not a bird they’d care to see come
To their museum
The idea seems to be dumb
If you should try to fly
The same as I
Take to the sky
Ever so high
I’d just rise and race
Vacating this space
I’d rise and race
All over the place
In case you do come a’chasin’
So stuffed inside a showcase
Is no place
For me to go no that’s a dream I pray you re-route
By leaving me out
And that’s a prayer that’s devout
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