A Little Birdie Told Me So

A Little Birdie Told Me So - Lee Wiley/Joe Bushkin & His Orchestra

Mother said my darling

If you're going to new york

I must tell you of the mysteries of life

In towns like that

A little friendly visit from the stork

Is rather awkward if you're not a wife

Although he's not invited

He'll always be delighted

To fly in at a weekend

Where will that fellow's cheek end

But i replied i know just what to do dear

While i roam

I'll simply tell the stork i'm not at home

How did i come to know

Which way the wind would blow

A little birdie told me so

A little word called yes

Can make an awful mess

The answer to giddap is whoa

Don't pity mother eve

Her weakness was detestable

And soon she learned forbidden

Fruit was indigestible

But how did i find out

What it was all about

A little birdie told me so

Of very pure young girls

I wouldn't say there's none that's left

The well known statue called

Miss liberty's the one that' s left

But purest driven snow

Will sometimes drift you know

A little birdie told me so