Album: Two of a Kind
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