a mess, bob seems under stress,
But Jones the Jug hits Len right in the mug;
And Harold Demure, who's still not quite sure,
Fires acorns from out of his »
The Battle of Epping Forest
Selling England by the Pound
by Genesis
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mansion
And pot of gold
All the home comforts
Before you're getting tired and old
One more try
Try to get what you've never had
Five more bob
For »
E.R.N.I.E.
Absolutely
by Madness
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feet under the clay
The angels laid him away
Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned,
To see her son Louis leavin' home
The angels laid him away »
Louis Collins
Avalon Blues
by Mississippi John Hurt
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Words by bob Hartman
Based on Luke 10:30-37, 1 John 3:17
Where are the amber waves of grain
When one of our homeless native sons has hunger pain »
Homeless Few
On Fire!
by Petra
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everywhere
The city's hard, the city's fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No you mind yer bleedin' own you two bob cunt
When she wakes up in »
What a Waster
What a Waster
by The Libertines
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the Christmas Rock
It's a happy time
And if the children are good they'll get toys to play with
Like rocks
It's Christmas in Ignace
Bob's got a rock
But he's »
Christmas in Ignace
Christmas Turkey
by The Arrogant Worms
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as one
If everybody under the sun
Add some music to your day
(Add some music add some add some music to your day)
A bob didit a bop didit
You'll »
Add Some Music to Your Day
Greatest Hits V.3 (1970-1986)
by The Beach Boys
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Possessions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy (Cause I got none)
Well that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar
And a dog named bob who »
Linoleum
Punk in Drublic
by NOFX
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I prize the cloudy, tearing sky
for the thoughts that flap and fly.
For staying in and reading by.
For sitting under.
I read a book of Madeline »
And Hiding Away
Umbrella
by The Innocence Mission
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it.
This kicking here inside
Makes me leave you behind.
No more under the quilt
To keep you warm.
Your sister I was born.
You must lose me »
The Kick Inside
The Kick Inside
by Kate Bush
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Well I'm goin down to the river
I've got a canepole in my hand
I've got my redworms in a maxwell house coffee can
I'm gonna sit under ashade tree »
Bob Away My Blues
The Collection [3 CD]
by Clint Black
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Words and music by bob Hartman
Based on Colossians 1:13, Ephesians 2:1-7, Isaiah 61:1,2
You used to play their games
You used to stay the same
They »
Defector
On Fire!
by Petra
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like jack-o-lantern light.
She was breathing smoke rings like little lassoes.
He was bobbing like a bird on the edge of his glass.
Far below »
Hula-La
Holopaw
by Holopaw
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is the water green and thick
He'll drag you under with his stick
See flaxen gold floats there through the mist
He killed someone's daughter with his »
Troll Lullaby
Sacrificial Cake
by Jarboe
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of the bobbing crowd
If she even notices, she gives no sign
And she's laughing, laughing into 1939
Oh, laughing, laughing into 1939
For tonight is New Year's »
Laughing into 1939
Just Yesterday
by Al Stewart
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as one
If everybody under the sun
Add some music to your day
(add some music add some add some music to your day)
A bob didit a bop didit
You'll hear it »
Add Some Music to Your Day
Bridge Benefit Unplugged
by Brian Wilson
|
First you tell your draft board you're hooked on dope.
You don't need the army 'cause you've seen bob Hope.
Walk around the floor kinda nice »
Dodgin' the Draft
My Son, the Box
by Allan Sherman
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[Nofx Cover]
Possesions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy
Well that's not true I've got a bed
And A guitar
And a dog named bob who pisses »
Linoleum
Together on One Convenient Format
by Shai Hulud
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Well I'm goin' down to the river
I've got a canepole in my hand
I've got my redworms in a Maxwell house coffee can
I'm gonna sit under ashade tree »
Bob Away My Blues
Fire on the Mountain
by The Marshall Tucker Band
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of tomorrow's pain
Ain't you glad you came
Drinkin' games goin' in the horse stalls
Two step under the disco ball
Billy Bob's blowin' on his duck call
It's »
Barn Burner
Growing Up Is Getting Old
by Jason Michael Carroll
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beating
It's alright, curfew's gonna break my heart
So come and meet me in the dark
Friday night, you're under the covers
(you're still under »
Friday Night
Greetings from Imrie House [Advance]
by The Click Five
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Tarzan wasn't a ladies man,
He'd just come along and scoop em
Up under his arm like that,
Quick as a cat, in the jungle.
Clark Kent, now there »
Superman's Song
The Ghosts That Haunt Me
by Crash Test Dummies
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existence itself
It does not know. It is knowledge itself
How to know God, page 130**
They brainwashed my great uncle
Brainwashed my cousin bob »
Brainwashed
Brainwashed
by George Harrison
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her dance
Through the rails of front porch coffee shop where he likes to read
Black bottom feet of a bellbottomed girl twirl under the sky
Make »
Coffee Shop Song
Fourth Person
by Sarah Sharp
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piece whiting and a shrimp to go
A Large lemonade now I'm out the door
Bob's car wash keep my white walls tight
Just put down on the Holyfield »
Weeastpointin'
East Point's Greatest Hit
by Sleepy Brown
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