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