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Bobby Darin

Bobby Darin

If I Had My Druthers

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Johnny:
If I had my druthers
Id druther have my druthers
Then anything else I know.
While youd druther hustle
Accumulatin muscle
Id druther watch daisies grow.
While theyre growin slow an
The summer breeze is blowin
My heart is overflowin and so.
If I had my druthers
Id druther have my druthers
Than anything else I know.

Robert, you think you could agree with that kind of philosophy?

Bobby:
Agree? I live it!

If I had my druthers
Id druther have my druthers
Then work any whereas at all.

Johnny:
Dont nobody call.

Bobby:
It aint that I hates it
Why, in fact, I even contemplates it
While watchin raindrops fall.
I sits there for hours
Developin my powers
Of figurin how flowers gets tall.
If I had my druthers
Id druther have my druthers
Then anything else at all.

Johnny:
If I had my druthers
To choose from all the others
Id druther be like I am.

Bobby:
I like you just the way you are.

This thing called employment
Detracts from my enjoyment
And tightens my diaphragm.

Johnny:
Oh, you poor lamb!

Whilst Im doin nary
A thing thats necessary
Im happy as a cherrystone clam.

Bobby:
Some of my best friends are clams!

If I had my druthers
To choose from all the others
Id rather be like I am.

Both:
If we had our druthers
Wed rather have our druthers
Than anything else we know.
Our forefathers wrote it
And often times we quote it
Whenever were feelin low.

Bobby:
Monsieur John?

Johnny:
As direct descendants

Bobby:
We figure independence

Both:
Aint only in Missouri and so.
If we had our druthers
Wed rather have our druthers
Than anything else we know.

Johnny:
Why sho

Both:
Than anything else we know

Bobby:
Yebo

Both:
Then anythin else we know
Enco
Than anything else we know.

Bobby:
Goodnight.

Johnny:
Leave a call.

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