Charlie Parker down by the bridge
You're on fire little birdie
But you're gonna kill us all
You're gonna kill us all
With what you shootin' with
Smoke is liftin'
Strung out low
And the band strikes without ya
Blown by the lady
Blown by the lady
When its your turn to blow
Here's the artist
In fifths on the floor
Here's the artist
In fifths on the floor
Oh little Birdie
Its your turn to blow
Kansas city junky to New York city jive
To the ghost of 52nd street
You lived more than any man
You lived more than any man while you were alive
But you're magnificent
Come blow your horn
Give me inspiration now
You'll be fillin' Birdland
You'll be fillin' Birdland
Long after you've gone
Here's the artist
In fifths on the floor
Here's the artist
In fifths on the floor
Poor little Birdie
Its your turn to blow
Oh little Birdie
Its your turn to blow
Free your mind
Free your mouth
Free your body
Free your doubt
Free your mind
Free your mouth
Free your body
Free your doubt
Oh little Birdie
Its your turn to blow