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Albums:

Life in the Fat Lane: Fat Music, Vol. 4 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fat Music, Vol. 5: Live Fat Die Young (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fat Music for Fat People (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fat Music, Vol. 8: Going Nowhere Fat (Less than Jake) · Santa's Christmas Party on Santa Claus Lane (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Edu & Tom/Tom & Edu (Antonio Carlos Jobim) · Tom Tom Club (Tom Tom Club) · Tom Tom Club (Tom Tom Club) · The Body and Soul of Tom Jones/Tom Jones Sings She's a Lady (Tom Jones) · Tom Tom Club [Deluxe Edition] (Tom Tom Club) – and 90 other albums »


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
wrong with Santa Claus?] 
[Bob: There's nothing wrong with Santa Claus, but...] 
[Anything Muppet #1: Don't you like Christmas?] 
[Bob: Oh, I love
peeled off
I'm the only fat-lipped bass, my flipper, vroom, peel off
Eating flounder, Sebastian's like some bath salts
Munching on his bones, looking
Sitting in the sun like an old tom cat  That donÆt know just where heÆs at  And I must admit to you  Right now I feel that way to     (AinÆt got
At the koc local 313
There's a fat man standing by the soda machine
And he knows, he knows, he knows
Life can be funny
He calls the hair salon
Jackie
Fat rope chains and I think that's wacky
Tom and Dick wanna be like Harry
Little do they know he's bitin' off Barry
Stan was a scam, but Vinnie's
like you to meet my friend Bob
(Huh?)

Say hi Bob
(Hi Bob)
Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause Bob sits at home
squirrels 
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?) 
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom 
And he don't got a job,
squirrels 
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?) 
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom 
And he don't got a job,
squirrels 
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?) 
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom 
And he don't got a job,
and smokes pot 
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot 
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot 
And wait in the parkin'
the way
Bells on bob tail ring
Making spirits bright
Oh What fun it is to ride 
A sleighing song tonight

Oh, oh jingle bells jingle bells
Jingle all
wander around from town to town just like a roving sign
And all the people say, "There goes Tom Moore, in the days of '49"
In the days of old, in
Cheer up, it might never happen
Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham
Jackboots booting right across the map
And daddy's gone 'a looking
Living in circles like we're dreaming

Here's Capt'n Tom, he's with the CIA
He keeps us safe and sound from foreign enemy
He sells them guns and bombs
nigga's lung like he was a bandit

Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon
Jackie
Fat rope chains and I think that's wacky
Tom and Dick wanna be like Harry
Little do they know he's bitin' off Barry
Stan was a scam, but Vinnie's
self
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get our meat
While we ask no reason for
powerful, spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
ho-hoppin'
My girl Jilly want to be like Jackie
Fat rope chains and I think that's wick-wacky
Tom and Dick want to be like Harry
Little do they know he's
game to me

Back then, you woke up to the sound of "I Saw Mama Kissing Santa"
Made you remenisce on the old fashion Christmas days
Gifts, miss a fat
on ‘em like narley
Like three hoes like Santa Clause, saying I’m the boss, ya’ll interrupt
Hit you girl by mistake nigga, wasn’t even in my plan at all
with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch

Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
down boy, hit this BM, Bob Marley 
A tribute
'Cause it's probably as fat as it was he rolled
When he strolled
Down the same cobble stone streets
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by