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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 used to be now I'm not what you see, lord I try
And now it seems all those dreams have come true, but they're passing me by
Some fast talkin'
Donuts, it's like he own it
We at the corner of "Give It To 'Em" and "They Don't Want It"
We out here somewhere and me in Europe, they out here yawning
My
I used to be now I'm not what you see, lord I try
And now it seems all those dreams have come true, but they're passing me by
Some fast talkin'
I used to be now I'm not what you see, lord I try
And now it seems all those dreams have come true, but they're passing me by
Some fast talkin'
too

[Bob Marley]
In rows or around, we can jam it anyhow
I'n'I, I will see you through
Everyday we pay the price, with a livin' sacrafice
Jammin'
by

The Django and Jimmie
Has Mississippi
A young singing brakeman
A jazz playing gypsy
Might not have been
A Merle or a Willie
If not for
and the redwood In the sky
Now we never talked about the time my mistake took away his sight
Gypsy had accepted that he said Rex makes it alright.

We made
I was a fool I was so much younger then
The night she took me by surprise
I should have known all the trouble that I'd be in
But then she hooked 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
and prone to combustion
They fought like dogs in Spanish and made love in Russian

I wish Newberry and Buck White would drop on by the house tonight
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
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
Slide on over, baby, underneath this mistletoe
Here's a toast to us together
Let me wrap you in this bow
I'm in the Christmas spirit
No, this one
told
Yes, I went to the Gypsy to get my fortune told
I asked the Gypsy, "What does the future hold?" 

Gypsy told me, "Don't you wear no black!"
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
Kickin' your ass, for the past
Three and a half minutes, you been in it to win it
So you defin-in-it-itely need to bob your head

And I say!
I'd like
a big one, the war that is, it was a Sunday afternoon
The gypsy was held prisoner by the screen door from the moon

Now somewhere between the dog food
He'll be standin' by me
Just another half of
The two headed freak
But I need him like
My heart needs to beat
At this point
In this friendly verse
having to pay for the privilege.
Talk about your freedom. I'll take you where I think it is.

[Chorus:]
Gypsy road. Is the highway that I run to.
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
I was a fool I was so much younger then
The night she took me by surprise
I should have known all the trouble that I'd be in
But then she hooked
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
to impress Uncle Fester, Dobalina
Because ya don't impress me Dobalina
The style of dress is not the key Dobalina
It's all in the mind and the heart, so you