Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraff
Dancing in the sun
I sing for thee

Praise to the ugly and the dispossessed and the genius born of
The vipers nest
You have set me free

Hey, you cranks and you clowns with your heads hanging down
I bring good tidings to you
For all the talent that he has jehovah don't play jazz like the devil do


See the rose sprung from the heap of dung
The shafthorse hot and heavy hung shamelessly

Check the star dust oozing in the mud on it pilgrimage to flesh and blood
Now aint that you and me
Hey, you shakespeares in rags little heretics and hags

To thine own self be true
Well, he may be beautiful and king but jehovah he don't swing like the devil


Birdman, birdman, what's the word, man
Into the night we go
Billie, billie, knock me silly

Sing to me soft and low
Save me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as ice
Id sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise



So I toot my toot for the man with roots

Hey, fifer on the e-flat flute play on, play on
All you sinners and you infidels you you artful madmen bound for hell
Come sing along

Come on, you potty-trained saints spouting isms and aints
Dig the poetry my man
Well all deference to his throne

Gabriel he don't play no saxophone like coltrane can

Now, save me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as ice

Id sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise

Id sooner catch fire than kill my desire


Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraff
Dancing in the sun

I sing for you
For all the talent he has jehovah don't play jazz like the devil do
Yeah, the devil do

Must admit he do
Ah, da devil do


Birdman, birdman, what's the word, man
Into the night we go
Billie, billie, knock me silly

Sing to me soft and low

Foll all the talent that he has jehovah don't play no jazz ....