Lyrics Bob White - Benny Goodman, Helen Forrest

Bob White

I was talkin to the whippoorwill
He says you got a corny trill
Bob White!
Whatcha gonna swing tonight?
I was talkin to the mocking bird
He says you are the worst he’s heard
Bob White!
Whatcha gonna swing tonight?
Even the owl-tells me you’re foul
Singin those lullaby notes
Don’t be a bring down
If you can swing down
Gimme those high notes
There’s a lotta talk about you, Bob
And they’re sayin you’re «off the cob»
Fake it, Mister be
Take it, follow me, Bob white
We’re gonna break it up tonight