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 whip-poor-will;
He says you got a corny trill,
Bob white!
Whatcha gonna swing tonight?
I was talkin' to the mockingbird;
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 bringdown-
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!

(whistle)
You're gonna break it up tonight!