Bob White
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.
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