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Just listen to the Bob White
He never could sing right

You should hip him to the latest sound
And the talk that's goin' 'round

Well, I was talkin' to the parakeet
And he said, Man, now about that beat

How about that beat

Hey, Bob White
Ain't ya 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
Hearin' 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 tellin' ya 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 whoopin' crane
He says, Man it was like insane

He made it plain

Bob White
Reelin' 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 swingin'

He was tryin'

Even a jackdaw
Flew out the back door
Buckin' and wingin'

You instigated such a swingin' gig
That all them quadrupeds wanna dig

Here, here, you mean

Here come the moose and elk

There goes Lawrence Welk

Bob White Bob White Bob White
You really sang it out tonight

Ah, it's for the birds