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been thinking bout?"
Bob said, "that's the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else

To pass the time
Had someone shave his
girlfriends
I'm sure you'll agree that B.O.B. (B.O.B.)
B.O.B. don't talk dirty to you
(B.O.B. won't get verbal with you)
B.O.B. don't get all flirty with
now you - he wants to get his girlfriend - go get your girlfriend."

Girl:
"hey zap!"

Fz:
"good to see you again."

Girl:
"squeak!"

Fz:
"I know."
"Whatcha been thinkin bout?" 
Bob said : "Thats the point. I won't think bout nothing. 
Now I gotta do something else 
(Oi! Oi! Oi!) 
To pass the time
"Whatcha been thinkin bout?" 
Bob said : "Thats the point. I won't think bout nothing. 
Now I gotta do something else 
(Oi! Oi! Oi!) 
To pass the time
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)

What's a girl like you
Doin' in a place like
been thinking bout?"
Bob said, "that's the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else

To pass the time
Had someone shave his
Roaring, 'get off my property!'
No one's allowed
Who says maybe or no
They gotta get out
They just gotta go
Right!

In dreams 
It seems
I always see
"Whatcha been thinkin bout?" 
Bob said : "Thats the point. I won't think bout nothing. 
Now I gotta do something else 
(Oi! Oi! Oi!) 
To pass the time
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
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
from the Planet of the Apes: King Kong clips
Silence Lambs, bitch; run through your land trippin'
Can't pretend when this is real as it gets, can ya?
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
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
Bob Dylan is my father, Joan Baez is my mother
And I'm their bastard son
Though my roots show through I'm just twenty two
I don't belong to anyone
Ain't nobody fucking with me
First degree murder, you can get your degree
Motherfucker
And you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me wonder woman
Tune gonna
might get some sleep tonight, give his head a chance to clear
I reminded him of an old girlfriend singing at a bar called Slim's
And I recall him doing
from here?

No, ah.. which one is it?

(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
you irking us
The more you goin' need memorial services
"The Black Album" second verse, is like
Devil's pie, save some dessert for us

Man, I gotta get
This is the story 
'bout Perry who came home 
Late one night! 
Must have been about a 
Two or three am, 
Something like that! 
Gotta get me some
a feelin'
Uncle Sam be gat Uncle Tom
And when it comes to drugs
Uncle Tom gotta bomb
Can I get a pop
Till the motherfuckers stop
Sellin' nat shit
That
and Uncle Smitty
And all those cousins in Kansas City
The list gets longer, everyday
Jing Jing Jingle, I'm on my way!

Gotta shop, shop
Gotta shop, shop
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl Benz
Passin' by ya, sittin' higher
Flyin' then what yours is

My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin'
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl Benz
Passin' by ya, sittin' higher
Flyin' then what yours is

My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin'
grabbed my hand, talking about trying to get home safe
All I remember, was your motherfucking face, your face

I play in your hair
As you rub on my ears