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Shake Your Feathers with ‘Rockin’ Robin’ by The Jackson 5 (1972)!

Introduction:

“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

Did You Know?

“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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Some of the most powerful photographs of Elvis Presley were never taken under the spotlight. They were captured after the applause had faded. In the early hours of January 15, 1973, following the historic Aloha from Hawaii concert, a few candid images showed Elvis standing beside producer Marty Pasetta. There was no audience left to impress, no cameras broadcasting to the world. Only two men sharing a quiet moment after making television history. Looking at those photographs today, what stands out is not triumph, but peace. Elvis appears relaxed, almost relieved, as though he had just answered a question he had carried inside for years.

In the early hours of August 16, 1977, Elvis Presley quietly looked in on his daughter one last time. According to Lisa Marie Presley, he stopped by her room, gently told her to go back to sleep, and kissed her goodnight before leaving. Neither of them could have known it would be their final goodbye. Just hours later, Graceland was filled with panic, and a little girl who adored her father found herself standing at the edge of a loss no child should ever have to understand.

HE LOOKED LIKE ELVIS. BUT HE WAS MUCH MORE THAN THAT. Some families inherit photographs. The Presley family inherited a face that seemed to carry history itself. When Benjamin Keough appeared in public, people often fell silent. The resemblance to his grandfather, Elvis Presley, was astonishing. Lisa Marie Presley once admitted, “Ben does look so much like Elvis.” Even musicians at the Grand Ole Opry reportedly became emotional when they saw him, telling Lisa Marie they felt as though Elvis had walked back into the room.

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