Bob White by Johnny Mercer
Just listen to the Bob White
He never could sing right
You should hip it to the latest sound
And the talk that's goin' 'round
Well, I was talking to the parakeet
And he said, "Man, now about that beat"
(How about that beat?)
"Hey Bob White, ain't you gonna swing tonight?"
Several people heard the Albatross
(Yes)
Whisper Robin 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 play to an empty house
(Could happen to anybody, sure could)
Get up, off that pair
Shape up, make it dare
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
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