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.