Just listen to the Bob White
He never could sing right
You should hip him to the latest sound
And the talk that's going around
Well, I was talking to the parakeet
And he said, "Man, now about that beat?"
How about that beat?
Hey, Bob White
Ain't you gonna swing tonight?
Several people heard the albatross
Yes
Whisper Robert is on the sauce
I know for a fact he's on the wagon
Bob White
Nothing but a neophyte
John, what does that word mean?
Amateur
Even the pheasant
Found it unpleasant
Hearing you hit that flat note
Whereas the sparrow
Froze to his marrow
When he heard that note
The opinion of the tufted grouse
Is you'll play to an empty house
Could happen to anybody
Sure could
Get up off that pad
Shape up make it, dad
Bob White
You gotta sing it out tonight
Take a letter to the meadow lark
In reply to his rude remark
Well, the mails must go through
Bob White
Invites you to a bash tonight
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
Circulate the word
Call up the catbird
Tell that old fat bird
He's gonna sing a storm up
Hip the canary
It'll be scary
After the warm up
Man, he's even gonna gas the goose
He'll be looser than Dr. Seuss
Wait a minute, John
Do I detect a note of meaning
That he's gonna be right in tune?
Man, I'm telling you
He's gonna be on the moon
I see
Bob White
He's gonna ball it up tonight
Oh, he's in there
Ah, he whistles pretty
Yeah, like a bird
What?
Hear the wire from the albatross
Sounds urgent
It reads Robert is still the boss
Well, thank you very much, folks
Bob White
He was in the grove tonight
I quote directly from the whooping crane
He says, "Man it was like insane"
He made it plain
Bob White
Reeling for a groovy fight
I thought I had him dead in the third round
Hey, old papa redbird
Who is the head bird
Says you were in there swinging
He was trying
Even a jackdaw
Flew out the back door
Bucking and winging
You instigated such a swinging gig
That all them quadrupeds wanna dig
Here, here, you mean
Here come the moose and elk
And there goes Lawrence Welk
Bob White
Bob White
Bob White
You really sang it out tonight
Ah, it's for the birds