| I was talking to the whippoorwill
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| He says you’ve got a corny trill
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| Bob White, I’m gonna swing tonight
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| I was talking to the mockingbird
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| He says you are the worst he’s heard
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| Bob White, I’m gonna swing tonight
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| Even the owl tells me you’re foul singing those lullaby notes
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| Well, he is a bring down, he never could swing down
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| He ain’t got my high notes
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| There’s a lot of talk about you, Bob
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| Yeah, they’re sayin' you’re off the cob
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| Why, that’s heresy, I’ll sue
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| Fake it, Mr. B, yeah go
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| Take it, follow me, Bob White
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| We’re gonna break it up tonight
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| Now, here’s a wire from the whippoorwill
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| You mean my old friend Will
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| Who says you got a mellow drill
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| Oh, ho, ho, yes, I have
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| Bob White, oh, ho, ho
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| We’re in the groove tonight
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| Now, here’s another one from the mocking bird
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| What does he have to say?
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| That you’re the best he’s heard
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| Ho, ho, ho that’s too absurd
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| Bob White, oh, ho, ho
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| We really stole the light
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| Even the owl threw in a towel
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| After you sing staccato
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| And the flamingo hollered up a jingle
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| What have we brought to?
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| Now the consensus of opinion
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| Oh, ho, ho, what does the consensus say?
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| That you are a solid will
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| Ho, ho, ho, yes, I am
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| Sing on, Mr. B
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| I’m gonna swing on merrily
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| Bob White
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| We really broke it up tonight, Bob |