| Song | Wobbling |
| Artist | Victoria Williams |
| Album | Swing the Statue! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| W-wob, w-wobbling | |
| Wobbling in the best part of spring | |
| Until he gets his wings to fly | |
| The bird does nothing but wobble and cry in the nest | |
| Wobbling, wobbling | |
| Robin red-breast sits in the nest | |
| With a mouth open wide | |
| Waiting for worms, hopefully yearning | |
| To get out of the nest and fly | |
| But now he’s wobbling, wobbling | |
| He’s wobbling ‘til he learns to fly | |
| Wobbling ‘til he learns why | |
| Oh what a pretty bird | |
| Across the sky he flies | |
| Wintertime comes, he says bye-bye | |
| He goes to where he’s happy and warm | |
| He can fly off McDonald’s farm | |
| It’s wide open sky from now on | |
| It’s wide...he can try, he knows how from now on |
| Wwob, wwobbling | |
| Wobbling in the best part of spring | |
| Until he gets his wings to fly | |
| The bird does nothing but wobble and cry in the nest | |
| Wobbling, wobbling | |
| Robin redbreast sits in the nest | |
| With a mouth open wide | |
| Waiting for worms, hopefully yearning | |
| To get out of the nest and fly | |
| But now he' s wobbling, wobbling | |
| He' s wobbling ' til he learns to fly | |
| Wobbling ' til he learns why | |
| Oh what a pretty bird | |
| Across the sky he flies | |
| Wintertime comes, he says byebye | |
| He goes to where he' s happy and warm | |
| He can fly off McDonald' s farm | |
| It' s wide open sky from now on | |
| It' s wide... he can try, he knows how from now on |
| Wwob, wwobbling | |
| Wobbling in the best part of spring | |
| Until he gets his wings to fly | |
| The bird does nothing but wobble and cry in the nest | |
| Wobbling, wobbling | |
| Robin redbreast sits in the nest | |
| With a mouth open wide | |
| Waiting for worms, hopefully yearning | |
| To get out of the nest and fly | |
| But now he' s wobbling, wobbling | |
| He' s wobbling ' til he learns to fly | |
| Wobbling ' til he learns why | |
| Oh what a pretty bird | |
| Across the sky he flies | |
| Wintertime comes, he says byebye | |
| He goes to where he' s happy and warm | |
| He can fly off McDonald' s farm | |
| It' s wide open sky from now on | |
| It' s wide... he can try, he knows how from now on |