Bob
White's Parakeet
Just listen to the Bob White
He never could sing right
You should hip him to
the latest sound
And the talk that's going round
Well I was talking to the parakeet
And he said man how
about that beat
How about that beat
Hey, Bob White,
ain't you gonna swing tonight?
Several people heard the al batross
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
hearing 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
What happened to anybody?
You could get up, off that band
Shape up, make it dance
Bob White, you gotta sing it out tonight
Take a letter to the meadowlark
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 telling you,
he's gonna be on the moon!
I see Bob White
He's gonna ball it up tonight
Oh, he's in there
Oh, he whistles pretty
Yeah, like a bird
What?
Here's a wire from the albatross
It reads, Robert,
it's still the fault
Bob White, he was in the groove tonight
I quote directly from the
Whoopin' Crane
He says, man, it was like insane
Bob White,
really for the 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 the jackdaw flew out the back door
Fuckin' and wingin'
You instigated such a swingin' gig
That all them portrait pets wanna dig
Yeah, yeah
You mean, uh
Here comes the moose and elk
There goes Lawdence
Welk
Bob White
Bob White
Bob White
You really sang it out tonight
Oh, it's for the birds