Track Title:               Bob White (Whatcha Gonna Swing Tonight)
Album Title:               Two Of A Kind

Prime Artist:              Bobby Darin and Johnny Mercer
Producer:                  Ahmet Ertegun
Written by:                Bernard Hanighen
Written by:                Johnny Mercer

Lyrics:
Just listen to the Bob White
He never could sing right
You should hip it to the latest sound
and the talk that's going 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
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!
Hip the Canary
It'll be scary
After the warmup!

Man he's even gonna gas the goose
He'll be a' looser than Dr. Seuss
(Wait a minute John,
do I dictate 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
(Sounds urgent!)
It reads 'Robin is still the boss'
(Well, thank you very much folks)
Bob White, he was in the groove tonight
(Ha ha ha)

I quote directly from the Whoopin' Crane
He says, 'Man it was like, insane'
(He made it plain)
Bob White really fought a groovy fight
I thought I had him dead in the third round

Hey, old poppa Red Bird
Who is the head bird
Says you were in there swingin'
(he was tryin')
Even the Jackdaw
Flew out the back door
Buckin' and wingin'!

You instigated such a swingin' gig
That all them quadrapeds wanna dig
(Here, here, you mean)
Here come,
the moose and elk
There goes, Lawrence Welk!
Bob White!
Bob White!
Bob White!

You really sang it out tonight!
(Aw, it's for the birds)

Transcribed by Todd Peach (todd@thepeaches.com)