When trouble troubles you
Sing, baby, sing
Do like the birdies do
Sing, baby, sing
When cold winter comes
And they are all out of crumbs
Poor little birdies, they ain't eatin'
But they're tweet-tweet-tweetin'
Says, honey, don't you know
A song a day
Keeps mean old Mr. Gloom away?
Hard luck don't like music with that certain swing
So swing while you sing, baby, sing

I was raised by a Harlem mammy
Nothing fazed my Harlem mammy
She sang all day long
Nothing stopped her song
She would say, "While I got music
Nothing worries me"
If you aim to be the same
Here's my recipe

When trouble troubles you
Sing, baby, sing
Do like the birdies do
Sing, baby, sing
When cold winter comes
And they are all out of crumbs
Poor little birdies, they ain't eatin'
But honey, they're tweet-tweet-tweetin'
Says, baby, don't you know
A song a day
Keeps mean old Mr. Gloom away?
Hard luck don't like music with that certain swing
So swing while you sing, baby, sing
Sing, baby, sing
Sing, baby, sing

When trouble troubles you
Sing, baby, sing
Do like the birdies do
Sing, baby, sing
When cold winter comes
And they are all out of crumbs
Poor little birdies, they ain't eatin'
But you know they're tweet-tweet-tweetin'
Says, honey, don't you know
A song a day
Keeps mean old Mr. Gloom away?
Hard luck don't like music with that certain swing
So swing while you sing, baby, sing

Hard luck don't like music with that certain swing
So swing while you sing, baby, sing
So swing while you sing, baby, sing