Charlie Barnet
Sing, baby, sing
When trouble troubles you,
Sing, baby, sing.
Do like the birdies do,
Sing, baby, sing.
When cold winter comes
And they are all out of crumbs.
Poor little birdies, they ain't eatin'
But they're tweet, tweet, tweetin'.
Oh ho ho don't you know a song a day
Keeps mean old Mr. Gloom away.
Hard luck don't like music with that certain swing,
So swing while you sing
Sing, baby, sing.
From Letras Mania