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Albums:

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) · Introducing the Elmo Hope Trio (New Faces-New Sounds) (Elmo Hope) · Cinder Elmo (Sesame Street) · The Elmo Hope Memorial Album (Elmo Hope) · Elmo's Lowdown Hoedown (Sesame Street) · Sesame Street: The Best of Elmo (Sesame Street) – and 90 other albums »


Dooley no live righteously
Just so far fi di law and god almighty
By going around and eaty eaty

Me feel horny want somebody me bawl
It a tickly my my
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina

Mista Dobalina, Mista Bob Dobalina
Mista Bob Dobalina, won't you quit?
You really make me sick with ya
on the
Pickup hood and me down on the ground
Bob flew all to pieces but randy he
Held tight when a black man in a
Suit and tie stepped out into the light
He
the brothers on the
Pickup hood and me down on the ground

Bob flew all to pieces but randy he
Held tight when a black man in a
Suit and tie stepped out
night

I got the morning blues
Hurt so bad
Honey come and love me
They're the worst I ever had

Well, a nickel's worth of grease
And a dime's worth
Adelita, it hurts me when you cry.

Adelita, the time is here to leave you. Once again, now, I'll kiss away your tears.
In my heart I will hold you forever
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
the brothers on the pickup hood
And me on the ground

Then Bob flew all to pieces, but Randy - he held tight
When a black man in a suit and tie stepped into
me."
Her father he came home from work
Sayin', "Where is my daughter, she seems so hurt"
He went upstairs to give her hope
An' he found her hangin' by
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford

Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.

Long
drop, people listen to it
To it, to it, to it

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
demo,
Tickled as can be, when I tickle you like Elmo.
So much to say, new sounds to try,
Laptop, costumes, local buzz, and why?
Don't ask me, buddy,
circle can box me
That's like an oxymoron
I flirt with building your empire
Gotta shake the snake in the grass and spark sharks to swim by ya
Cuz every
bob an weave
Will deceive a street corner
And the forty thieves

They bring em in
You do em in
He bring em in
You do us in

Smell em knockin'
The Dream

BOB OLDREIVE


Hey, driver, let me feel the wind again

Won?t you roll your wheels and try to catch the sun

By twelve o?clock the Texas
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
served, Bob
Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob
Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, Bob
Show 'em what
served, Bob
Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob
Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, Bob
Show 'em what
If you've got a friend that you want messed up
Just meet me on the corner by the tail of the pup2
I'll be there soon if you'll wait a while
It'll be
on me no Mike Vick
I bob and weave in that pussy good and I knock it out like Tyson
Say first round, face down, ass up, straight pound
Yeah, shorty, she
the recipe
All your pain and anger
Wash into a crimson sea
He who filled your ocean
Sinks not but bobs afloat
Your sweet menstruation
Will capsize his boat
Can't say her name but we were two
I grabbed her waist and we would move
And then one day we were thru
And by the way I must be true

Cause all
and Tom like to make Colin Laugh by shouting "stick of Brie"...)
When she moves you know
She puts a hurt on me

Well I might get better
Ah, but I won't get
the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie
Watch me as the cops be tryin' to and pop and lock me
They cocky, plus they mentality is Nazi
The way they treat
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin