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Bob that head
Awwh, awwh, ah
Yeah yeah, yeah,yeah

Tricked out truck kit
Runnin' boards black lit
KC roll bar
Had to mow an extra yard
Just so he
Bob that head
Awwh, awwh, ah
Yeah yeah, yeah,yeah

Tricked out truck kit
Runnin' boards black lit
KC roll bar
Had to mow an extra yard
Just
[Chorus]
Somebody hit the lights, so we can rock it day and night,
People getting down, that's right, from AM to PM.
Everybody lookin' like stars,
of town
Neon sign spinnin' round
Like a cross over the lost and found

Fluorescent lights
Flicker above Bob's Grill
Shaniqua brings a coffee and asks
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on 1 Timothy 4:1, 2 Thessalonians 2:11, 2 Timothy 4:3-4

Somewhere in the darkest night a stranger has lost
don't know, I doubt it.

Subterranean by design,
I wonder what I would find if I met you,
Let my eyes caress you,
Until I meet the thought of Missess
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Colossians 1:13, Ephesians 2:1-7, Isaiah 61:1,2

You used to play their games
You used to stay the same
They
don't know, I doubt it.

Subterranean by design,
I wonder what I would find if I met you,
Let my eyes caress you,
Until I meet the thought of Missess
heathens with me trynna bombard the system
My man just went to jail and brought a gun charge with him
On top of that other felonies
I told him hold his
attacked Pearl Harbor) a date which will live in infamy."

"This is Bob 'Command performance' Hope telling each Nazi that's in Russia today that, "Crimea
And then you long/ For the days of trippin' down/ The long road just reading the/ Signs that show you the way to/ A higher place you
meditate to/ Feel
[Chorus - x2]
Let's get it hot now baby
I keep it gully til I drop dead baby
I told you I ain't got an option baby
I came too far just to stop now
No trouble, I'll bust your bubble then leave you for ruin
Such come a dime a dozen, fuck some
You lost the race by a dick slut's cum 'cause nuts won
Written by Glen Burtnik, Bob Berger, Tommy Shaw, Dennis DeYoung
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw

Somebody lookin' for the answer, 
Somebody dyin'
taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
To see what the trouble was.
At first they were cleared, until the 4
Had gained control, had gained control

(Bob balch rocks some ass)
A certain sign just like we found
It's what
kinda note
Just said, sign here, it’s just a soul
You’ll never miss it
I ain’t set foot in a church since I was just
A little ol’ thang
Reckoned I was
Did you ever know a big big man?
Who likes to frown
People are scared just by the sight of him.
Well stop to think and maybe to understand
That
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, I’m just young and I don’t give a shit
I just want the money, y’all can
before the double bed 
When the carpets all were red 

[Chorus]

Maybe at the traffic light 
When I see that big white sign 
Just by chance in my
that up
Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk
Move over the microwave
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it
I’m just young and I don’t give a shit
I
know proper etiquette in the booth
Hey 'are you is divine
Pure like sunshine, just one rhyme

Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I
wander around from town to town just like a roving sign
And all the people say, "There goes Tom Moore, in the days of '49"
In the days of old, in
"peace god"
"peace to the gods"
"how you god?"
"studyin' one-twenty right now"
"mm"
"call me back at the god hour"

The fuck?
It's just