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    these lyrics are submitted by burkul