Bobby Darin

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.  

 

 

 

 

Lyrics transcribed by Marilyn Brown and Jane Penny



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