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 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.