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.
Bobby Darin - Bob White Lyrics
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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.
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.
Writer: BERNARD D. HANIGHEN, JOHNNY MERCER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.