Vodka

I'm a little jazz bird
 And I'm telling you to be one too
 For a little jazz bird
 Is in heaven when she's singing blue
 I say this with regret
 But you're out of date
 You ain't heard nothin' yet
 Till you syncopate
 When the going gets rough,
 You will find your troubles all have flown
 If you warble your stuff
 Like the moaning of a saxophone
 Just try my recipe
 And I'm sure you'll agree
 That a little jazz bird
 Is the only kind of bird to be
 When the going gets rough,
 You will find your troubles all have flown
 If you warble your stuff
 Like the moaning of a saxophone
 Just try my recipe
 And I'm sure you'll agree
 That a little jazz bird
 That a little jazz bird
 That a little jazz bird
 Little jazz bird, little jazz bird
 Is the only bird to be