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