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Lullaby of Birdland, that's what I always hear when you sing.
Never in Birdland could there be words to reveal, in a phrase I feel.
Have you ever heard ch-ch-ch-church dogs be all uncool when they lull?
That's the kind of magic music we make with our lips.
When we kiss, and there's a weeping old willow.
He really knows how to cry, that's how they cry.
If you should tell me farewell and goodbye, Lullaby of Birdland, whisper love.
Kiss me sweet, and we're gone.
Fly high, Birdland, high in the sky.
I prefer love.
All because we love ch-ch-ch-church dogs.
If you should tell me, whisper love.
Kiss me sweet, and we're gone.
Fly high, Birdland, high in the sky.
I prefer love.
All because we love ch-ch-ch-church dogs.
