Bobby Darin
Bobby Darin - Bob White songtekst
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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.