Bob (Letra)

Weird Al Yankovic

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I, man, am regal — a German am I
Never odd or even
If I had a hi-fi
Madam, I’m Adam
Too hot to hoot
No lemons, no melon
Too bad I hid a boot
Lisa Bonet ate no basil
Warsaw was raw
Was it a car or a cat I saw?

Rise to vote, sir
Do geese see God?
“Do nine men interpret?” “Nine men,” I nod
Rats live on no evil star
Won’t lovers revolt now?
Race fast, safe car
Pa’s a sap
Ma is as selfless as I am
May a moody baby doom a yam?

Ah Satan sees Natasha
No devil lived on
Lonely Tylenol Not a banna baton
No “x” in “Nixon”
O, stone, be not so
O Geronimo, no minor ego
“Naomi”, I moan
“A Toyota’s a Toyota”
A dog, a panic in a pagoda

Oh, no! Don Ho!
Nurse, I spy gypsies — run!
Senile felines
Now I see bees I won
UFO tofu
We panic in a pew
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog!
Go hang a salami, I’m a lasagna hog

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Bob (Letra)

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Fifteen years getting loaded
Fifteen years ‘till his liver exploded
Now what’s Bob gonna do now that he can’t drink?
The Doc said, ‘What were you thinkin’ ‘bout?’
Bob said, ‘That’s just the point,
I wasn’t thinkin’ ‘bout nothing
Now I gotta do something else to pass the time.’
Had someone shave his head
Got a new identity
Sixty-two holed air conditioned boots
And a girl who rides a scooter to take him out of town
They could get away
Riding around, as the trucks drive by
You could here the mother fuckers go…
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He’ll be kickin’ in heads at the punk rock show, yeah
Bob’s the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob’s the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor tells him to
‘Quit your drinkin’, now’s the time.’
Will he ever walk the line
To all my friends, I feel just great
But will he ever walk the line
Kickin’ ass and bustin’ heads
Red suspenders
Once a day he shaves his head
But will he ever walk the line?

Bob (Letra)

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I had a friend that took a blet, took a blet and hung himself
Hung himself in the doorway of the apartment where he lived
His woman and his little bro came home from the grocery store
Only to find him dangling in the apartment where he lived

I had a friend who shaved his head
Put his doctor martins on
And drew such wondrous pictures in the apartment where he lived
He praised my creativity, though he spoke sarcastically
Oh, the conversations in the apartment where he lived

I had a friend that took a blet, took a belt and hung himself
Hung himself in the doorway of the apartment where he lived
Rock, she thought him spiteful; ler, he thought him pitiful
Me, i’ve never been back to the apartment where he lived

BOB (Letra)

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I, man, am regal – a German am I

Never odd or even
If I had a hi-fi
Madam, I’m Adam
Too hot to hoot
No lemons, no melon
Too bad I hid a boot
Lisa Bonet ate no basil
Warsaw was raw
Was it a car or a cat I saw?

Rise to vote, sir
Do geese see god?
"Do nine men interpret" "Nine men," I nod
Rats live on no evil star
Won’t lovers revolt now?
Race fast, safe car
Pa’s a sap
Ma is as selfless as I am
May a moody baby doom a yam?

Ah, Satan sees Natasha
No devil lived on
Lonely Tylenol
Not a banana baton
No "x" in "Nixon"
O, stone, be not so
O Geronimo, no minor ego
"Naomi," I moan
"A Toyota’s a Toyota"
A dog, a panic in a pagoda

Oh, no! Don Ho!
Nurse, I spy gypsies – run!
Senile felines
Now I see bees I won
UFO tofu
We panic in a pew
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog!
Go hang a salami, I’m a lasagna hog

Bob (Letra)

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Fifteen years getting loaded

Fifteen years ‘till his liver exploded

Now what’s bob gonna do now that he can’t drink?

The doc said, "what were you thinkin’ ‘bout?"

Bob said, "that’s just the point,

I wasn’t thinkin’ ‘bout nothing

Now i gotta do something else to pass the time."

Had someone shave his head

Got a new identity

Sixty-two holed air conditioned boots

And a girl who rides a scooter to take him out of town

They could get away

Riding around, as the trucks drive by

You could here the mother fuckers go…

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe

He’ll be kickin’ in heads at the punk rock show, yeah

Bob’s the kinda guy who knows just what

Bob’s the kinda guy who knows just what to do

When the doctor tells him to

"quit your drinkin’, now’s the time."

Will he ever walk the line

To all my friends, i feel just great

But will he ever walk the line

Kickin’ ass and bustin’ heads

Red suspenders

Once a day he shaves his head

But will he ever walk the line?