Letra de 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 B Take it, follow me, Bob white We're gonna break it up tonight