Lyrics.com »

Search results for 'i hear you talkin by bob crosby'

Yee yee! We've found 1,238 lyrics, 100 artists, and 100 albums matching i hear you talkin by bob crosby.



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
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
Jim pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don preston (mini-moog)

Mud shark,
Mud shark
You could hear the steam
And as the trucks drive by
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!"

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show
Everybody everywhere does in the same language, yeah

[Crosby:] I can see by your coat, my friend you're from the other side
There's just one thing I would
Everybody everywhere does in the same language, yeah

[Crosby:] I can see by your coat, my friend you're from the other side
There's just one thing I would
get away 
Runnin around 
And as the trucks drive by 
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!" 

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe
get away 
Runnin around 
And as the trucks drive by 
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!" 

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)

You are... you gotta tell me something... I
And as the trucks drive by
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!"

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show
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
get away 
Runnin around 
And as the trucks drive by 
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!" 

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe
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
You may see me walkin',
You may hear me talkin',
But the words I speak won't ever be about you.
You once left me cryin',
And now you're still
You may see me walkin',
You may hear me talkin',
But the words I speak won't ever be about you.
You once left me cryin',
And now you're still
and drink my lonestar beer
From Austin up to Dallas, Amarillo to el paso
You can here bob wills bill mack and me on your radio

Don't ask me why I'm going
Cryin', ain't goin' down this big road by myself
Now don't you hear me talkin', pretty mama?
Lord, ain't goin' down this big road by myself
If I
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Job 13:22

I've been away for a little while
And I don't like where it takes me
Out of touch I'm going out
poor Bob at last
And then one thing, certainly
They have stones all in my path

Trying to take my life
And all my loving too
You laid a pathway for
And even Crosby too with his bobobabobedo 
Tried to get Irene to hit the hay
Well I guess they finally sang her off to slumber
They must have tried
Irene, and pay for your bed
Wake up Irene or folks will think you're dead

Lot's of guitar pickers by the dozen
Sang 'Goodnight Irene' all night
as one
If everybody under the sun
Add some music to your day
(Add some music add some add some music to your day)
A bob didit a bop didit

You
as one
If everybody under the sun
Add some music to your day
(add some music add some add some music to your day)
A bob didit a bop didit

You'll hear it
Irene, and pay for your bed
Wake up Irene or folks will think you're dead

Lot's of guitar pickers by the dozen
Sang 'Goodnight Irene' all night
Cryin', ain't goin' down this big road by myself
Now don't you hear me talkin', pretty mama?
Lord, ain't goin' down this big road by myself
If I
Well I can hear him snorin' over the phone
Leaves boring messages on my machine
He's talkin' to me but there's nobody home
He don't go mano think's