ฟังเพลงBob White

Bob White - Bobby Darin/Johnny Mercer

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