Bob White Lyrics - Singles - 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 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.