Bobby Darin - Bob White - Текст песни

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.