Bobby Darin Bob White Lyrics

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.