Five thousand light years from Birdland
But I'm still preachin' the rhythm
Lone gone up-tight years from Birdland
And I'm still teachin' it with 'em
Years from the land of the Birdland
And I'm still feelin' the spirit
Five thousand light years from Birdland
But I know people can hear 'em
Bird named it, bird made it
Bird heard it, then played it
Well stated
Birdland
It happened down in Birdland
In the middle of that hub
I remember one jazz-club
Where we went to pat feet
Down on Fifty Second street
Everybody heard that word
That they named it after Bird
Where the rhythm swooped and swirled
The Jazz corner of the world
And the cats they gigged in there
Were beyond compare
Birdland, I'm singing Birdland
Birdland, ol' swinging Birdland
Down them stairs, lose them cares, where, down in Birdland
Total swing, Bob was king, there, down in Birdland
Bird would cook, Max would look, where, down in Birdland
Miles came through, Trane came too, there, down in Birdland
Basie blew, Blakey too, where, down in Birdland
Cannon Ball, played that hall, where, down in Birdland, yeah
Bird named it, bird made it
Bird heard it, then played it
Well stated
Birdland
It happened down in Birdland, yeah