| 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 |
