Lyrics:
the
First musical act to appear in a
Talkie film, The Jazz Singer
In 1927 unfortunately it was performed
By Jolson in blackface
(3) Maharanee: The wive
Well it's B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I'll
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
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 should start
By remembering ya gotta
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 should start
By remembering ya gotta
crazy scene
It's funny
Cause this is what I waited to be
Bein' on stage was amazin' to me
But now I'm in the game, it ain't the way that it seems
I'ma
of the big guitar
And the voice of the Gypsies singing
That song of the Gypsy Dave
It was there in the light of the camping fire
I saw her fair face beaming
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
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
fuckin’ with it
Pockets fat these racks can’t fit in
Hmm
Don’t be too pissed by what I m spittin’
Cuz I kept
[HOOK ]
Bob and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’
face your fate
Take it in your hands
I don't need anyone to save me
I'll always have a place
I am a gypsy
I'm a gypsy
I got high and it hits me
I'm
up a boulder
(HACK! HACK!)
Hack up a boulder
(HACK! HACK! HACK!)
Up a boulder
Now, one day, now I believe it was on a Tuesday, a man in
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
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
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'
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
But
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'
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
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
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
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
They say that the king of the Gypsies lives in Sibiu.
But it's a sad city, lots of tourists, no one plays here,
no one plays here, no one plays here,
pockets go
They still get they fill
Fingers scrape the bottom
It don't matter how deep yo' soul is
They sho' is blinded by the light! (Crazy)
Bob your head
always hangs up the phone
No one likes hearing the truth, unless they figure it out all on their own
Like Crosby's last words, that night in Monterey,
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