Bob White

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.