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 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