Sing You Sinners
The Manhattan Transfer Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The Manhattan Transfer's "Sing You Sinners" is a jazz swing classic that encourages people to let the rhythm of the music take over and let loose. The lyrics begin with a mockingbird singing a catchy tune to a herd of cattle, encouraging them to listen and sway to the music. The song then goes on to tell sinners to drop everything and let the melody and harmony ring out, lifting their arms up to heaven and singing with all their might. The lyrics urge listeners to clap their hands, shout out to the Lord, and let the music come out of their mouths to truly experience the swinging rhythm of jazz.


The song emphasizes the importance of a swinging rhythm and encourages sinners to let go of their inhibitions and embrace the powerful emotional release that music can bring. It reflects the era of jazz music in America, which was a time of great social and cultural transformation, where people were seeking forms of expression that were more rooted in feeling and emotion. Overall, the lyrics of "Sing You Sinners" are a call to action for people to let go of their fears, embrace the joy of music, and let themselves swing.


Line by Line Meaning

Once a mockingbird (dig)
A mockingbird was overheard singing a word to a cattle herd - 'dig what I'm laying down.'


"All you bovine creatures - dig what I'm layin' down!"
Quoth the mockingbird - All you cattle creatures, get ready to understand what I'm saying!


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
Listen up all you sinners, forget everything and start singing. Let the melody and harmony ring, lift your arms to heaven and do the ring-a-ding dance. Let's swing and sway, sinners!


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)
Begin by clapping your hands all about, sinners. Don't stay silent, let the Lord hear your shout. Let the music come out of your snout, and do the sway and swing dance. 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
In a world without music, Satan gets his kicks and he's up to his tricks. He'll be laughing up and down the banks 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...
You're so wicked, baby, and you've behaved wrong to your grave. However, if you wanna be saved, just behave. Listen to the bird now.


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!)
Stop chewing your cud and standing in the mud. Let's swing people! Swing every chortle from your mortal portal. Everyone believes that all cattle prodigies are like a sneeze, blowing hard and missing one lick of blowing talent to show. If you sing, you 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)
Remember that the day will come when you'll become steak on a plate - it's inevitable. So dig the swing-o-sphere music before your swing arrives too late.


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...)
Mrs. Mockingbird, you haven't heard the friendly bellowing swing of our cow friends on their way from Teagarden to Fuller. Instead of sneaking around for every lick, these cows work on their cow-tone. So when they start to blow, they produce a fatter bone-tone into the ozone. And furthermore...


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...)
You birds are always singing and never stop to think about what you say. We cows, on the other hand, give up our day to shedding. So when we settle in to play, we can say, a moo is the best and only way to play. What we mean 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
Before the band will let you sing with Fletcher Henderson, you've got to get yourself to swing, like the Bean or Satchmo. So your horn can blow a single note or two of deeper thinking. That's the way to swing. 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 proud of us.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Sam Coslow, W. Franke Harling

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