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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
In Hollywood they have a different language that they speak
It's spoken by those folks who went to school for just one week
It's found inside
save some dessert for us

Man, I gotta get my soul right,
I gotta get these devils out my life,
These cowards gonna make a nigga right,
They won't
"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
Gotta shop, shop
Gotta shop shop-doo-op!

Hurry home to wrap and tie
St. Nick will be here by and by
Pile those presents on the floor
Light the tree
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
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
"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
a laser)
(Let's get the hell out of here)

Is Mr. George home?
Hello, Mr. George? 
This is your conscience, motherfucker
Why don't you leave
Gotta get home, pick up the phone, I gotta let the people know I'm gonna be late

Down by the sea she knew a sailor who had been to war,
She never even
yeah
Gotta get home, pick up the phone, I gotta let the people know I'm gonna be late

Down by the sea she knew a sailor who had been to war
She
Gotta
Gotta gettaway
Gotta
Gotta gettaway

You know there ain't no street like home
To make you feel so all alone
Too many folk to tell you
Gotta
Gotta gettaway
Gotta
Gotta gettaway

You know there ain't no street like home
To make you feel so all alone
Too many folk to tell you
Counting the days to get away
To pack your bags up on a plane
But see Bob run yeah! See Bob play
Why not talk to Bob today


If you wanna save
have to get a hold of you
You're lucky to find a few in your lifetime
Thank God for lifelines

These days I come home every Sunday afternoon
Mama always
Gotta
Gotta gettaway
Gotta
Gotta gettaway

You know there ain't no street like home
To make you feel so all alone
Too many folk to tell you
She has to leave
She has to go
The fastest way
Is by trism
Steps off the curb
Stella Corona hopes for the best
To be home by sunset
Gotta be
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it was bad all along
Before
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
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
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
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
a laser)
(Let's get the hell out of here)

Is Mr. George home?
Hello, Mr. George? 
This is your conscience, motherfucker {that responds to his call,