Golden Gate quartet:

Mockingbird

- Sang at morn

- And a song was born

- Mockingbird

- Sang at morn

- And a song was born

Well, the mockingbird

- Mockingbird

- Mockingbird

Oh, mockingbird

- Well, Lord looked down

- And he gave the word
- And the angels put a song

- In the mockingbird

- When man was born

- He liked what he heard

- And sang to the Lord

- With the mockingbird

Singing, Lord, hear me

Well, he sang to the Lord

With the mockingbird

Praise be

- And the good Lord

- Liked everything he heard

Honey Swanson:
They took the tune and the words

Right from the mockingbirds

That's how a song was born

And then a soft evеning breeze

Hummed through the willow trees

That's how a song was born

Thе tinkling rain from the sky

Became a lullaby

And the blues must have come from a sigh

And when two hearts beat in time

Bluebells began to chime

That's how a song was born

They took a beat and made it reet
They took a beat

And brought it down to Basin Street

Now we got it jumpin'

Satchmo, get on that horn

Let's hear, let's hear

Let's hear how jazz was born

Louis Armstrong:

One, two, three, four

They took a reet jungle beat

Brought it to Basin Street

And that's how jazz was born

And then someone played a waiI

All up and down the scale

And that's how jazz was born

They simply played what they liked

As long as it would fit

If it just had a beat

That was it

And when a horn gave a scream

They took it as a theme

And that's how jazz was born