Who likes Birdland. [We like Birdland]. [We like Birdland]. [We like Birdland]. [We like Birdland]. Oh Yeah. [We like Birdland]. [We like Birdland]. .
5000 light years from Birdland. But I'm still preachin' the rythym. Long gone uptight years from Birdland. And I'm still teachin' it with 'em. Years from the land of the Bird.
5000 light years from Birdland. But I'm still preachin' the rythym. Long gone uptight years from Birdland. And I'm still teachin' it with 'em. Years from the land of the Bird.
His father died and left him a little farm in New England. All the long black funeral cars left the scene. And the boy was just standin' there alone. Lookin' at the shiny red tractor.