lyrics by Johnny Mercer
music by Bernard Hanighen

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...

Even the owl,
threw in the towel
After you sang the gato,
and the flamingo
hollered by jingo!
what a vibrato!

recorded by Mildred Bailey, September 1937, with whistle solo by the composer & a hard swinging Eddie Sauter chart...