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.