Bob White
Bobby Darin


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 groove tonight.



Bobby:

I quote directly from the whoopin? crane

He says, "Man, it was like insane."



Johnny:

He made it plain ?



Bobby:

Bob White

Really fought 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 ...uh?



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.