I wanna tell ya ‘bout a chick I know, her name is Sheila
The grooviest gal you've ever met,
Believe me when I tell ya,
She's hip, so hip that Charlie Parker took her under his wing.
How hip is that he showed her his music
She'd laugh and get a smile and sing,
Boh-bah-bahp, bah, da, Bah boh, ba-ba-da Bop
At night the girl named Sheila would wait by the door behind the club
In sleet or rainy weather, she'd wait.
‘N' Bird would teach her bebop licks
‘N' man, she'd swing!
How hip is that he taught her his music.
She'd laugh ‘n' get a smile ‘n' sing.
Boh-bah-bahp, bah, da, dop, boh, bah, ba-da Bop
In the beginning in Detroit City where the journey started,
Her nickel descends, the record spins
“Now's the Time” is playin'.
She got it.
Light and darker, Charlie Parker made his mark her own
She started singin', a lifetime of swingin'.
So to be or not to bop!
Long live Ms. Sheila Jordan, first lady of Bop,
She'll never stop her passion for the music
Carry on Bird's tradition, her addition made the mission fun
To raise the bar for all of us singers.
Now we hear Ms. Sheila blow
Boh-bah-bahp, bah, da, Bah boh, ba-ba-da Bop