Charlie Parker Lyrics

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