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.
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. Explain Request ×
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