The king was in the counting-house
Counting out his money,
The queen was in the parlor
Eating bread and honey,
The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes.
Along came a blackbird
And snipped off her nose.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Mock (yeah)
Ing (yeah)
Bird (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Mockin’bird, now
Everybody have you heard
He’s gonna buy me a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird won’t sing
He’s gonna buy me a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring won’t shine
He’s gonna surely break this heart of mine
And that’s why I keep on tellin’ everybody
Say yeah, yeah whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, uh, oh
What does the free fall feel like?
Asks the boy with a spark in his eye
Know why the nightingale sings
Is the answer to everything
Taking a step to a world unbound
Spin my fantasies all around
Freed from the gravital leash
I swear that heaven’s in my reach
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean
The unborn grass lies waiting
For its coat to turn to green
The snowbird sings the song he always sings
And speaks to me of flowers
That will bloom again in spring
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed, that with the sun’s love in the spring becomes the rose
The flowers that bloom in the spring
Tra la
Have nothing to do with the case
I’ve got to take under my wing
Tra la
A most unattractive old thing
Tra la
With a caricature of a face
With a caricature of a face
And that’s what I mean when I say, or I sing
“Oh, bother the flowers that bloom in the spring.”
Tra la la la la
Tra la la la la
“Oh, bother the flowers of spring.”
Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning to the mockin’ bird’s trill
Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee
There’s peace and goodwill
You’re welcome as the flowers on Mockin’bird Hill
He rocks in the treetops all day long,
Hoppin’ and a-boppin’ and singing his song.
All the little birds on Jaybird Street,
Love to hear the robin go tweet-tweet-tweet.
Now Leroy more than trouble
You see he stand 'bout six foot four
All the downtown ladies call him “Treetop Lover”
All the men just call him “Sir”
Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip
And everybody knew ya didn’t give no lip to big John
(Big John, big John)
Big bad John (big John)
Crazy John, why you wanna go back again?
Crazy John, talking with the desperate men?
You have to be crazy, John, for taking those chances,
When you could be lazy, John, just playing for dances.
When you wade in the water, the people can’t see the old reflections.
When you stand in the road, the people can’t read the old directions.
When the people get lost, they start building a cross.
Crazy John, I want to be crazy too.
When I’m locked in my room
I just want to scream
And I know what they mean
(One more day of eating and sleeping)
Eating and breeding and pumping gas
Cheeseburger cheeseburger, do it again
Eating and breeding and pumping gas
Cheeseburger cheeseburger, do it again
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer?
It was burgers and fries
And cherry pies
In the world we used to know
Apples peaches pumpkin pie
Who’s not ready? Holler “I”
That’s a game we used to play.
Hide and seek was its name.
Oh ready or not, hear I come,
Gee that used to be such fun.
Beach baby, beach baby, there on the sand
From July to the end of September
Surfing was fun, we’d be out in the sun every day
September morn–
We danced until the night
Became a brand new day.
Two lovers playing scenes
From some romantic play.
September morning
Still can make me feel that way.
Isn’t it romantic?
Merely to be young on such a night as this?
Isn’t it romantic?
Every note that’s sung is like a lover’s kiss
Sweet symbols in the moonlight
Do you mean that I will fall in love perchance?
Isn’t it romance?