I was talking to the whippoorwill,
he says you've got a corny drill,
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 foul,
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 lot of talk about you,
Yeah?
They're saying you're off the cards.
Why, that's heresy, I'll sue.
Beg it? Mm -hmm. Mr. B?
Here I go.
Take it? Follow
me? Bob White?
We're gonna break it up tonight.
Now here's a wire from the whippoorwill
He says that you
have got a mellow drill
Oh -ho -ho, yes I have Bob White?
Oh -ho -ho, we're in the groove tonight
Now here's another
from the Mock Gamber
What does he have to say?
That you're the best he's heard
Oh -ho, that's too absurd Bob White?
Oh -ho -ho, we really saw
the light
Even the owl threw in a towel
After you sang staccato
And the flamingo hollered,
Bajingo, what a vibrato
Now the consensus of opinion
Oh -ho -ho, what is the consensus is?
That you're a solid whiz.
Oh -ho -ho, yes I is.
Sing on, Mr. B.
I'm gonna swing on merrily.
Bob White.
We really broke it up tonight, Bob.