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Alma de Lila Downs (Lila Downs) · Ups & Downs: Early Recordings and B-Sides (Saves the Day) · Love's Ups and Downs (Barbara Mandrell) · Ups & Downs (Joell Ortiz) · The Ups and Downs [Bonus Tracks] (Stephen Duffy) · Ups & Downs: Early Recordings and B-Sides (Saves the Day) · Ups and Downs [Polydor] (Snoop Dogg) · Ups & Downs: Early Recordings and B-Sides (Saves the Day) · Ups and Downs [Polydor] (Snoop Dogg) · Ups and Downs (Bud Powell) – and 90 other albums »


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
stuck.

Bob- Okay.

Doug- By the way, that's me on the organ.

Bob- Aw, geez.

Doug- You start.

Bob- Okay. On the first day of Christmas,
my
I'm prone to lose control.
And if by chance I fall down 
And bust my head on the floor,
Just wrap my wound in a porterhouse steak
And point me
no expiration date on the batteries
Look, I've never been a hater
It's never been in my nature
But, listen, let me hook you up 'cause

B.O.B
I went to the crossroads
Fell down on my knee
I asked the Lord above me for mercy
"Save Bob, if you please"

Standing, standing on the crossroad
B.o.B. play the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the guitar
B.o.B. play the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the guitar

Well
[Bob Marley (MC Lyte)]
We jammin' (Bob Marley, Bob Marley)
I wanna jam it with you
We jammin' (Bob Marley, Bob Marley)
I hope you like jammin'
Engineered by Mark Evans
Mixed by Phil Bodger
Guitars by Robbie McIntosh (of The Pretenders)
Keyboards and Programming by Peter Vettese and Mark Evans
Strings
Well the street lights shine
Down on Blessing Avenue
Lovers they walk by
Holdin' hands two by two

A breeze crosses the porch
Bicycle spokes
stuck.

Bob- Okay.

Doug- By the way, that's me on the organ.

Bob- Aw, geez.

Doug- You start.

Bob- Okay. On the first day of Christmas,
my
Engineered by Mark Evans
Mixed by Phil Bodger
Guitars by Robbie McIntosh (of The Pretenders)
Keyboards and Programming by Peter Vettese and Mark Evans
Drums by
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
stuck.

Bob- Okay.

Doug- By the way, that's me on the organ.

Bob- Aw, geez.

Doug- You start.

Bob- Okay. On the first day of Christmas,
my
Written by bob welch.


Well I'm a born enchanter
That's what the ladies see
Yes I'm a born enchanter
Down in the city of dreams
Lord do right by me
that's what I said, this is my miss-ion
I'm dickin' 'em down and all around, to make the head bob
So bend your neck, give nuff respect to me, dance
in the woodshed (going down on buffalo bob)
The woodshed

A smarter man would never plan
To have so many splinters in his hand
And clarabelle
Two hands have I, they can wave goodbye

Gordon: Two arms have I, I can hold them up high

Susan: I've got two ears, they help me hear

Bob: I've got
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon, 
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade, 
And all
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
And the blues fell, mama's child
Tore me all upside-down
Blues fell, mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
Just can't turn you 'round
right hand

And the blues fell mama's child 
Tore me all upside down
Blues fell mam's child 
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
Girl, this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect.
Of course, I'll pay and by the way, my dear,
Here comes Bob!
I ain't subtle in my ways of making
And the blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down
Blues fell mama's child, and it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob, just can't turn you 'round
And the blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down
Blues fell mama's child, and it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob, just can't turn you 'round