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“Rockin’ Robin” by The Jackson 5 is a timeless musical gem that’s sure to get you tapping your feet and moving to the beat. Released in 1972, this song has remained a classic, loved by generations for its catchy tune and infectious rhythm. With the soulful voices of The Jackson 5, this track promises to transport you back in time to an era of dance and celebration. But did you know there’s more to this song than just its groovy melody?The Jackson 5 Receive Keys to the City in Detroit: 'Coming Back to Detroit is Like Coming Home' – Billboard

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“Rockin’ Robin” was originally written and recorded by Bobby Day in 1958. The song gained immense popularity and was later covered by The Jackson 5, bringing it to a whole new audience in the ’70s. The Jackson 5, with their youthful energy and incredible vocal harmonies, added their unique twist to this classic tune, making it an even bigger hit. Michael Jackson, the youngest member of the group, led the vocals and showcased his incredible talent even at a young age.

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Lyrics: Rockin’ Robin

Tweedily deedily dee, tweedily deedily dee
Tweedily deedily dee, tweedily deedily dee
Tweedily deedily dee, tweedily deedily dee
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet

He rocks in the tree tops all day long
Hopping and a-bopping and singing his song
All the little birdies on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet

Rockin’ robin, rock rock
Rockin’ robin
Blow, rockin’ robin
‘Cause we’re really gonna rock tonight

Every little swallow, every chick-a-dee
Every little bird in the tall oak tree
The wise old owl, the big black crow
Flapping their wings singing, “Go, bird, go”

Rockin’ robin, rock rock
Rockin’ robin
Blow, rockin’ robin
‘Cause we’re really gonna rock tonight
Yeah, yeah!

Pretty little raven at the bird-band stand
Taught him how to do the bop and it was grand
They started going steady and bless my soul
He out-bopped the Buzzard and the Oriole

He rocks in the tree tops all day long
Hopping and a-bopping and singing his song
All the little birdies on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet

Rockin’ robin (Tweet, tweedily dee), rock, rock
Rockin’ robin (Tweet, tweedily dee)
Blow, rockin’ robin
‘Cause we’re really gonna rock tonight

Pretty little raven at the bird-band stand
Taught him how to do the bop and it was grand
They started going steady and bless my soul
He out-bopped the Buzzard and the Oriole

He rocks in the tree tops all day long
Hopping and a-bopping and singing his song
All the little birdies on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet

Rockin’ robin (Tweet, tweedily dee), rock, rock
Rockin’ robin (Tweet, tweedily dee)
Blow, rockin’ robin
‘Cause we’re really gonna rock tonight

Tweedily deedily dee, tweedily deedily dee
Tweedily deedily dee, tweedily deedily dee
Tweedily deedily dee, tweedily deedily dee
Tweet, tweet

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