Bobby Darin Bob White Lyrics:
[Bobby:]
Just listen to the Bob White
He never could sing right.

[Johnny:]
You should hip him to
the latest sound
And the talk
that's goin'
'round.

[Bobby:]
Well, I was talkin'
to the parakeet
And he said,
"Man, now
about that
beat?"

[Johnny:] How about that beat?

[Bobby:]
Hey, ... Bob White
Ain't ya gonna
swing tonight?

[Johnny:]
Several people heard
the albatross ...

[Bobby:] Yes.

[Johnny:]
Whisper Robert is on
the sauce ...

[Bobby:]
I know for a fact
he's on the wagon.

[Johnny:]
Bob White
Nothing but a neophyte.

[Bobby:]
John, what does
that word mean?

[Johnny:]
Amateur!

[Bobby:]
Even the pheasant
Found it unpleasant
Hearin' you hit
that flat note.

[Johnny:]
Whereas the sparrow
Froze to his marrow
When he heard that note.

[Bobby:]
The opinion of the
tufted grouse
Is you'll play to
an empty house.

[Johnny:]
Could happen to anybody!

[Bobby:] Sure could.

[Both:]
Get up ... off that pad
Shape up ... make it, Dad
Bob White
You gotta sing it
out tonight.

[Johnny:]
Take a letter to
the meadow lark
In reply to his
rude remark ...

[Bobby:]
Well, the mails
must go through.

[Johnny:]
Bob White
Invites you to a bash tonight.

[Bobby:]
My tux isn't even pressed!

Take a wire to the
nightingale
Tell him Bob ain't
begun to wail
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Bob White's
Gonna put him
down for spite.

[Johnny:]
Circulate the word!

Call up the catbird
Tell that old fat bird
He's gonna sing
a storm up.

[Bobby:]
Hip the canary
It'll be scary
After the warm up.

[Johnny:]
Man, he's even
gonna gas the goose
He'll be looser
than Dr. Seuss ...

[Bobby:]
Wait a minute,
John, do I detect a
note of meaning
that he's gonna
be right in tune?

[Johnny:]
Man, I'm tellin' ya ...
he's gonna be ...
on the moon!

[Bobby:] I see.

[Both:]
Bob White
He's gonna ball
it up tonight.

[Johnny:]
Oh, he's in there.

[Bobby:]
Ah, he whistles pretty.

[Johnny:]
Yeah, like a bird!

[Bobby:]
What?!

[Johnny:]
Hear the wire from
the albatross ...

[Bobby:] Sounds urgent!

[Johnny:]
It reads Robert is
still the boss ...

[Bobby:]
Well, thank you
very much, folks.

[Johnny:]
Bob White
He was in the grove tonight.

[Bobby:]
I quote directly
from the whoopin'
crane
He says, "Man
it was like
insane."

[Johnny:]
He made it plain ...

[Bobby:]
Bob White
Reelin' for a groovy fight

I thought I had him
dead in the third round.

[Johnny:]
Hey, old papa redbird
Who is the head bird
Says you were in
there swingin'

[Bobby:] He was tryin'.

Even a jackdaw
Flew out the back door
Buckin' and wingin'.

[Johnny:]
You instigated such a swingin' gig
That all them
quadrupeds wanna dig.

[Bobby:]
Here, here, ... you mean ...

[Johnny:]
Here come the moose and elk!

[Bobby:]
There goes Lawrence Welk!

[Both:]
Bob White! Bob
White! Bob White!
You really sang it
out tonight!

[Bobby:]
Ah, it's for the birds.
Lyrics: Bob White, Bobby Darin [end]