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Tailgate Trombone Bob Words & Music by Erika Paul From the cd entitled, "Scat's My Bag" What's that big belled instrument? That sounds like
petty crooks And I will learn By studying The lesson in my dreams Turn off the TV 'Cause that's what others see And movies are as bad as Eating
and jumped in the pool She threw her pants over there by the little table Well, one of the guys in the band picked up het panties (he told me later the stuff
underwood (keyboards, alto saxophone) Aynsley dunbar (drums) I mean, really, really, I mean, you guys, What can I say, you guys are my favorite band You
Aynsley Dunbar (drums) Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog) Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals) Don Preston (mini-moog) You are... you gotta tell me something... I
I was starving Tell me How are we crew I'm feelin' like a throw-away-blue Like God's first draft of the sky Balls it up for something new And if you
sha-bob-a-lob-a Sloppin' the side of a pig pen with the grape ape baboon Wanna see this jack o'lantern panted planted ball that don't bounce Against the wall
in the year of the shark. We'd meet in secret at the ends of the weeks And we were friends of the freaks and the misunderstood. We'd listen to jazz