Bob White (Whatcha Gonna Swing Tonight?)

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 the lotta talk about you, Bob

Good

They're sayin' you're off the cart

Why, that's hearsay, 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 wild upon 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 Bing

I'm gonna swing on merrily

Bob White

We really broke it up tonight

Bob