| Hear those robins in the tree
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| Boy, oh boy, they’re rocking me
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| My fine feathered friends sure can sing
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| It isn’t corn it’s solid swing
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| Tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet
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| All the birdies getting hep to keet
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| They swing that beat
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| With the tweet-tweet-tweet
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| I heard robin redbreast arrivin' on a low down riff
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| He knocks them stiff
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| With the riff, riff, riff
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| (Take it up)
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| Mister Robin there is jumpin' the jive
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| (Take it up)
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| Mister Robin if you want to hear jive
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| (Break it up)
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| Mister Robin, oh the air is alive
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| (Then you end up)
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| (Tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet)
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| (Chase the higgy-wiggies off the street)
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| Stay on that beat
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| With the tweet-tweet-tweet
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| Take it up
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| Take it down
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| Break it up
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| Then you swing it
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| Take it, Jones
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| Break it, Chu
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| Take it, Dizzy
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| Take it, band
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| Tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet
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| Ain’t you ready to get hep to keet?
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| When you swing that beat
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| With the tweet-tweet-tweet
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| You swing that beat
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| With the tweet-tweet-tweet |