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Written by bob welch.


Gonna stay out of new york
There's something there that drives me crazy
Gonna stay out of new york
There's something there
Written by bob welch.


You don't know what she means to me
She's a heart that beats close to me
And gettin' back to the way I feel
Her honest word
Bob- Where?! Whadda ya doing?

Doug- Snow, hosehead.

Bob- Wha? Oh, it's the Great White North, and it's snowing,
cause it's Christmas time.
Hey,
of luck"
He said, "Well if you can't pot the black, and you know it's not the cue
It may be time to ask yourself, what would Bob do?"

What would Bob do?
I throw a fit
Not slackin or lackin a bit, nah that ain't it
So just a bob ya head, like I said, the fresh it
So just a bob ya head	"ruff, ruff an'
because I know I'm not paranoid
When I say I saw ya tryin' to mock me
Now you and your crew are on a mission tryin' to hawk me
But it isn't happenin' ya
Written by bob welch.


Two different glasses are filled with champagne
What is the meaning of this ?
Cause all of that atmosphere painfully made
Has
like you to meet my friend Bob
(Huh?)

Say hi Bob
(Hi Bob)
Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause Bob sits at home
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 probably need
squirrels 
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?) 
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom 
And he don't got a job,
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th

SPOKEN:
BOB: Say, Haggis
BING: What is it, McMaggis?
BOB: Where are you from, Laddie?
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th

SPOKEN:
BOB: Say, Haggis
BING: What is it, McMaggis?
BOB: Where are you from, Laddie?
you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?) 
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom 
And he don't got a job, cause Bob sits at home
squirrels 
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?) 
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom 
And he don't got a job,
squirrels 
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?) 
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom 
And he don't got a job,
Muppet #1: I'll see you around.] 
[Bob: Okay.] 
(AM#1 leaves, bumped into AM#2 as he enters) 
[Anything Muppet #2: Hey, watch it. Where ya goin'?
Bob- Where?! Whadda ya doing?

Doug- Snow, hosehead.

Bob- Wha? Oh, it's the Great White North, and it's snowing,
cause it's Christmas time.
Hey,
Words by Bob Hartman

Well I don't care what some may say
Gonna stand up for the Lord today
Well I don't care if they all know
Gonna let the Lord's
jumpin', keep your heart muscle pumpin'
Hillel be jumpin' on that little baby frumpkin say what, you got a pumpkin in your pants?

When you're just
jumpin', keep your heart muscle pumpin'
Hillel be jumpin' on that little baby frumpkin say what, you got a pumpkin in your pants?

When you're just
see you dance
You said you were funky

C'mon
B-O-B, spell the shit backwards, what'd it say
Same motherfuckin' shit

Turn it out 

Bob, ain't
jumpin', keep your heart muscle pumpin'
Hillel be jumpin' on that little baby frumpkin say what, you got a pumpkin in your pants?

When you're just
Bob- Where?! Whadda ya doing?

Doug- Snow, hosehead.

Bob- Wha? Oh, it's the Great White North, and it's snowing,
cause it's Christmas time.
Hey,
me I heard someone say

(Chorus)
Dance with the one who brung ya
Dance with the one you know who got you there
Dance with the one who brung ya
Don't
[Bob Marley]
Look the air now
Hey how we giving it to ya

Hey how we giving it to ya
Hey how we giving it to ya
Hey how we giving it to ya