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
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/wUL ]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]