Once a mockingbird (dig) - he was overheard (what)
  -singing out a word (I) - to a cattle heard: (heard)
  (Quoth the mockingbird - "dig what I'm layin' down")
  "All you bovine creatures - dig what I'm layin' down!"
  
  All you sinners drop everything
  everything
  Let the melody and the harmony ring
  let it ring
  Lift arms up to Heaven and sing
  ring-a-ding
  Sing you sinners woncha sway n' swing
  what a thing
  
  Start with clappin' y'hands all about
  all about
  Don't be silent - Let the Lord hear y'shout
  shout it out
  And jus' let the music come out
  of yr snout
  Sing you sinners woncha sway n' swing
  check it out
  (Dig the drift of what I mean)
  
  In a world where there's no music
  (Old Scratch)
  Satan gets his kicks
  (He's up to his tricks)
  He'll be laughing up and down the banks
  (Hee, hee, hee)
  Of that river Styx
  
  You're so wicked baby, and you're depraved
  You can rave
  It's apparent that you have misbehaved
  To your grave
  But if you should wanna be saved
  Jus' behave
  Take a listen now to the bird...
  
  Janis' solo:
  Stop all that chewin' yer cud - and all that standin' in the mud there
  Swing people! Swing every chortle from yer mortal portal
  I dig that everyone believes that all cattle prodigies
  are like a sneeze
  Hard blowin'-missin one lick of blowin' talent to show
  
  (If y'sing - y' gotta swing!)
  
  But remember that the day will come when you
  will be just steak on a plate
  (Folks, y'know it's fate)
  So dig the music of the swing-o-sphere -
  (before your swing arrives too late)
  
  Janis' solo, continued:
  That's a little too dark
  Still, it's true - we've got breath for such a limited time
  What are ya, stupid, ya cows?? - you'd think to sing was a crime
  
  In defense now; hence now; Here's comes Adele McCluck:
  
  Cheryl's solo:
  Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say you haven't heard
  the friendly bellowing swing of our friends the cows -
  as they shed their way from Teagarden to Fuller
  Instead of spendin' ev'ry day jus' sneakin' around
  to life another lick -
  These cats work on their cow-tone, so when they get up to blow
  They blow a fatter bone-tone into the ozone
  
  (And furthermore...)
  
  Alan's solo:
  You tweety-birds are always singin' away
  Never givin' up thought of what you say
  We cows do - shedding takes up most of our day
  So when we start and settle in to play - we can say
  A moo is an array of what we've always known to be
  the best and only way to play
  
  (What we mean to say is...)
  
  Before the band will letcha sing
  (Sing with Fletcher Henderson)
  You've got to get y'self to swing
  (Like the Bean or Satch)
  So your horn can blow - a single note or two
  of deeper thinking
  (That's the way to swing)
  So set your mind upon a tone
  (When you're shedding all alone)
  And you will have a cornerstone
  (Like the bass trombone)
  Blow your horn and take a bow
  So that you're swinging like the cows
  Pythagoras would be so proud of us