Bobby Darin - Bob White lyrics
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.
