I was talking to the Whippoorwill
He says you got a corny trill
Bob White
I'm gonna swing tonight
I was talking to the Mockingbird
He says you are the worst he's heard
Bob White
I'm gonna swing tonight
Even the owl, tells me you're fowl
Singing those lullaby notes
Well, he's a bring down
He never could swing down
He ain't got my high notes
There's a lotta talk about you, Bob
Good
They're sayin' you're off the cart
Why, that's heresy, I'll sue
Make it, Mr Bing
Here goes
Take it, while only
Bob White
We're gonna break it up tonight
Now here's a wire from the whippoorwill
(You mean my open bill)
He says that you have got a mellow trill
(Oh, oh, oh, yes, I have)
Bob White
We're in the groove tonight
Now here's another from the Mockingbird
What does he have to say?
That you're the best he's heard
Oh, oh, that's too absurd
Bob White
We really soul tonight
Even the owl, threw in the towel
After you sing, staccato
And the Flamingo, hollered by jingo
What a Vibrato
Now the consensus of opinion is
Oh, oh, oh, what does the consensus say?
That you're a solid will
Oh, oh, oh, yes, I is
Sing on, Mister B
I'm gonna swing on merrily
Bob White
We really broke it up tonight
Bob
