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if there's nothing else to do.

Doug- Good day, eh?
In case you thought, like, I wasn't on this part!

Bob- Oh, I guarantee ya, you'd be on.
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
., B.O.B. don't say he miss you
And he don't have lips to kiss you
And he don't have hands to dip your waist
And tell you how good you taste, yeah
See
if there's nothing else to do.

Doug- Good day, eh?
In case you thought, like, I wasn't on this part!

Bob- Oh, I guarantee ya, you'd be on.
if there's nothing else to do.

Doug- Good day, eh?
In case you thought, like, I wasn't on this part!

Bob- Oh, I guarantee ya, you'd be on.
right up and cupped his hands across my eyes 
I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie? 
Is it Bob or Joe or Walter? 
Could it be Bill or Jim
an' rugged we comin"
So won't ya bob your head..	"ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin"
Be-be-ba bob your head		"ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin"

A freak
Gimme red lipstick and a bright purple rouge
A shingle bob haircut and a shot of good boo'
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' your horn
If you
to Texas
It's just the kind of placed where I should be
Yea there's a lot of room 
Beneath that southern moon
Texas your a good ol' state by me

Uah
could be if I gave you this little shiny red hat?] 
[Anything Muppet #2: Yeah, Santa Claus.] 
[Bob: No, not Santa Claus.] 
[Anything Muppet #2: Little
Heh-ha-heh-ha-ha-ha Did ya miss me? I sure missed you!
I told ya we're gonna be friends to the end and now it's time to play
I got a new game sport it's called hide
who the fuck you want to be?
Like me ya black superhero
Got enough zeros to hire Bob Shapiro
Ya honor I'm have to get rid of ya
Because it ain't no
who the fuck you want to be?
Like me ya black superhero
Got enough zeros to hire Bob Shapiro
Ya honor I'm have to get rid of ya
Because it ain't no
to get Bob a "Dr." 
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 since
to get Bob a "Dr." 
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 since
to get Bob a "Dr." 
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 since
See drugs are bad, it's a common fact
But your mom and dad, know that's all that I'm good at
(Oh)
But don't be me, 'cause if you grow up and you go
a common fact 
But your mom and dad, know that's all that I'm good at (Oh!) 
But don't be me, cause if you grow up and you go and O.D. 
They're gonna come
By Bob Hartman
Based on Rom. 7:15

I have a secret that I let nobody see
An evil shadow that's been hanging over me
My alter ego that I try to hold
my job would
Somehow be finished by Friday
Well, the whole damn weekend came 'n' went, Frankie
Wanna buy some acid, Bob?
You know what, they didn't
understanding 
What's better to understand then be misunderstood? 
'cause the FBI is up to no good 
Power to the peeps who come with their own drum 
And don't
understanding 
What's better to understand then be misunderstood? 
'cause the FBI is up to no good 
Power to the peeps who come with their own drum 
And don't
who the fuck you want to be?
Like me ya black superhero
Got enough zeros to hire Bob Shapiro
Ya honor I'm have to get rid of ya
Because it ain't no
my job would
Somehow be finished by Friday
Well, the whole damn weekend came 'n' went, Frankie
Wanna buy some acid, Bob?
You know what, they didn't
The Sunday mornin' gospel goes good with the soul
There's blues, folk, and country, and rock like a rollin' stone
The world could come together