Bob White

Bob White
music by Bernie Hanighen
lyric by Johnny Mercer (right)

Mister Bob, don't you know things have changed?
You're behind time with the melody you always sing,
All the birds have their songs rearranged, better get smart,
Whatcha gotta do today is swing;

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!