I'm a little jazz bird And I'm telling you to be one too For a little jazz bird Is in heaven when she's singing blue I say this with regret But you're out of date You ain't heard nothin' yet Till you syncopate When the going gets rough, You will find your troubles all have flown If you warble your stuff Like the moaning of a saxophone Just try my recipe And I'm sure you'll agree That a little jazz bird Is the only kind of bird to be When the going gets rough, You will find your troubles all have flown If you warble your stuff Like the moaning of a saxophone Just try my recipe And I'm sure you'll agree That a little jazz bird That a little jazz bird That a little jazz bird Little jazz bird, little jazz bird Is the only bird to be