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Bobby Darin
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Bob White
Bobby Darin & Johnny Mercer
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: Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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.
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