[Scat]
Sta-bi-di-be, sta-bi-di-be
Sta-bi-di-be, sta-bi-di-be
Da-ba-da bi-da
Di-do-do-do, di-do-do-do
Di-do-do-do, di
Di
Spa-di-bi-di-bi-di-bi
Di di di di
Spa-di-bi-di-bi-di-bi
Di, di-bi, ib-be dubba
Doh doh doh doh
Sta-bi-di-be, ba-bi-di-be
Ba-bi-di-be, ba-bi-di-be
Sta-ba-di bi-di-ba-ba-bi-di-ba-ba
Bi
[Verse 1]
Somebody asked, "what's the meaning of jazz?"
And i said we're the misfits
And all I can tell ya'
Is while you're still sleeping
The saints are still weeping
'Cause things you call dead
Haven't yet had the chance
To be born
[Verse 2]
Once I was old, I got bugged by the pages
I read from the sages, they started my rages
That all through the ages have kept us in cages
'Cause somebody said, he was weird
And quite possibly
Crazy!
We're just lazy
So I say:
[Scat]
Sta-bi-di-be, sta-bi-di-be
Sta-bi-di-be, sta-bi-di-be!
Spa-bi-di-be, ba-bi-di-be
Sta-bi-di-be, ba-bi-di-be
Errrruhyaughhuuueaughh
Sta-bi-di-be, sta-bi-di-be
Sta-bi-di-be, ba-bi-di-be
Bidieurheidiheiahdeuahehauheadu
Sta-bi-di-be, sta-bi-di-be
Sta-bi-di-be, sta-bi-di-be
Da-ba-da bi-da
Di-do-do-do, di-do-do-do
Di-do-do-do, di
Di
Spa-di-bi-di-bi-di-bi
Di di di di
Spa-di-bi-di-bi-di-bi
Di, di-bi, ib-be dubba
Doh doh doh doh
Sta-bi-di-be, ba-bi-di-be
Ba-bi-di-be, ba-bi-di-be
Sta-ba-di bi-di-ba-ba-bi-di-ba-ba
Bi
Sti-bi-di-bi
Sta-bi-di-be, sta-bi-di-be
Sta-bi-di-be, sta-bi-di-be
Da-ba-da bi-da
Di-do-do-do, di-do-do-do
Di-do-do-do, di
Di
Spa-di-bi-di-bi-di-bi
Di di di di
Spa-di-bi-di-bi-di-bi
Di, di-bi, ib-be dubba
Doh doh doh doh
Sta-bi-di-be, ba-bi-di-be
Ba-bi-di-be, ba-bi-di-be
Sta-ba-di bi-di-ba-ba-bi-di-ba-ba
Bi
[Verse 3]
It seems our intelligence is gettin' things done
'Cause the quarter note bass drum has made me quite numb
Instead of a mystic, I feel like a misfit
And now I'm a vegetable
Going around, kissing gravestones
Is there anybody home?
[Verse 4]
Somebody gave me some seaweed then suddenly
All that I said, was as heavy as lead
And it sunk in the mire, that's lit by the fire
That made me transpire this whole city trip
In the first...place...
Such a social disgrace!
Crazy!
So I say:
[Scat]
Sta-bi-di-be, ba-bi-di-be
Ba-bi-di-be, ba-bi-di-be
The Misfit was written by John Larkin.
The Misfit was produced by John Larkin.
John Larkin released The Misfit on Wed Jan 01 1986.