Lyrics:
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry: (to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours!
setting me free
Thanks Bob
For being the bee's knees
Thanks Bob
For the beautiful tree
Thanks Bob
For infinity
And for reverie
And for every
Thing
Thanks
fallin
For me
It's always a movie witchu
Not NLE but I'll take a Tom wit me when I cruise
If u step up yo yard'll get stomped by my dudes
Like a football
cell phone
While I'm cussin' out a Cadillac.
You say remember Tom and Jenny's little boy?
Well, the doctors say the cancers back
Man its been one
been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little
I think I talk too much
Cos when we went for food at that place by Tom's Bar
We got those dirty looks
You said how could I forget, you always take
can/
I refuse to take orders from invisible men/
Oh you say being gay wasn’t part of his plan?/
Then why the fuck he give little girls the parts
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
Sunset Sunday starts feeling scary
Bob Saget hosted a sweet sanctuary
Who do you love and who do you tolerate?
Tom made it fun watching grown men's
(make a move, move)
Oh yeah what you do (yeah)
[Chorus]
Every little thing we do's like magic
Any thing we do will not go wrong
Every little thing
drive-time jock won't get to do his thing.
“Hey he's not half bad, tell me, what's his name?”
Well his name is Rex Bob Lowenstein
He's frequently
you all haters
Open your dome before that long scope
Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan
Walking around cross faded giving you
Those raw hay
he run
And away run he
With that melody
Tom was hot, the tune was sweet
But he revamped it with a new off-beat
And the classic thing,
Got
Why don't you tell your Tom Tom to take you to a Blue Sky?
Eating up all the tarmac of the M25
Oh she's the queen of my taxidermy little animal
of it
Those who spoke of love have suffered killed by the public
Men are suckers thus subject to be puppets
And are suckered much by little or nothing
D to-the U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for
Can I get an Amen? Woo!
So that's right BoB
When you stand on the shoulders
Of those who came before
You might just see far enough to realize
And by
what up - yo
And for those of you who just don't know
Or might no recognize me from the funky - flow
I am the brother from the Wild Wild - West
But I'm
Days Of 49
~~~~~~~~~~
Im old tom moore from the bummers shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
guitar bum whose name I never knew
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away
There was this
I got her open
Living like im Bob Marley', im always smoking
I don't tell no lies, bitch im never fucking joking
Aye, Aye
Little shorty got
taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
To see what the trouble was.
rhymes
Every little step I take like Bob Brown
And It's so profound that when I throw those nouns
We gon' get low low down until we get back up while
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