Lyrics:
"we hate you Tom, you suck dick
Burn in hell"
Tom: yeah, fuck that hey -Hey I say
I say fuck the hating Tom-thing
That's what I say are we ready Mark?
loved (loved down)
The way that God made it
See, B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (oh, no)
B.O.B. can't share your morning rise
B.O.B. can't stay this
about those, cookies. Well, Im not sure if I can say this but...
DEBBIE:
Go on. This is a circle of trust
TOM:
Her touchie. I mean, I could stare
would Bob do?
I was knocking on the pearly gates, made of precious stone
Looked kind of other worldly, inside there was a throne
I was let in by
there's no such thing
I'm gonna
[Chorus]
Make a lot of money
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
Well I'm gonna quit this
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all along
Before
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all along
Before
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all along
Before
The people that you meet each day
(a blue muppet, I believe, walks onstage)
[Bob: Oh, hi there, little fella.]
[Anything Muppet #1: Hello.]
[Bob
on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
We have got the little answers
To the things
That might' be bothering you!
We have got your little toys!
(we're busy makin' 'em!)
Busy makin' 'em,
'til the jam is through
[Bob Marley]
We jammin', to think that jammin' was a thing of the past
We jammin and I hope the jam is gonna last
[MC
of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story.
ever slow down
These are the things
Done only by kings
Manifesting these feelings
Before I cut any strings
That are holding me down
An concealing my
baby on the way
Hey, up to Jimi Hendrix, to beer, the Sonic Lizard, the Rape Man
How about Bob Marley, Bob Dobbs and Bob Forrest
To all those punker
baby on the way
Hey, up to Jimi Hendrix, to beer, the Sonic Lizard, the Rape Man
How about Bob Marley, Bob Dobbs and Bob Forrest
To all those punker
Our high school days were all about prepping
In various ways I can picture Bob schlepping
Played a little football but he didn't go far
Did all
the little things
It’s those little little little little things
It’s those little little little little things
Little little things
It’s those little things
change, change
Bob to the left, bob to the right
We need one of those kinds of nights
So put your drinks up in the sky
And let me tell you why
We need
this scum on your chest? did that little rubber mammy 'do something' on you?
Thing-fish: (alarmed)
Ob'dewlla! you lil' vagrant! what you been up to wit
'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19, to 2019, been murderin' this
Bobby baby...
Bobby bubi...
Angel, I've got something to tell you Bob...
Rob-O...
Robby, love...
Bobby, honey...
Bobby, we've been
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