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
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.

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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.