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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
You might as well speak Greek
You're gonna have to learn
Or the meeting will adjourn
Unless, my friend, you learn that variety speak

Bob a doo
need to go by yourself find the way on your own
You're never out of his sight even when you're alone
All I'll stay closer then a brother to you
Arm in
Aha, you got the style of a queen
Oh dear, you are the petal of a rosebud
Next to you all the others could be weeds
You're the only one my garden
think of when I had none at all
And I fall asleep counting my blessings

I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them
Tailgate Trombone Bob

Words & Music by Erika Paul
From the cd entitled, "Scat's My Bag"

What's that big belled instrument?
That sounds like
When God made you
He had a lot to do
In a day or two
You were my dreams come true
Soul searching eyes
I visualize
A girl with heaven in her
of female muppet in a doctor's uniform) 
The doctor makes you well real quick 
If by chance you're feeling sick 
She works and works the whole day long
even got my grandma when she was working for the mob 
Brainwash you while you're sleeping 
While in your traffic jam 
Brainwash you while you're
It's hard to be away from the one you love
And the day seemed slowly drifting by
But my darling
I'd be home in your arms were I belong
So I'm
should start
By remembering ya gotta pay a fee Dobalina

Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina

Gloryhallastoopid, Mista Bob Dobalina

Ooh, ooh, Mista
Words by Bob Hartman
Based on 2 Thessalonians 2:15, 2 Timothy 3:14, Philippians 1:6

I've been to the party and I left alone
And I've danced with
coming back to you girl
For you're the only one that knows me by heart
So lie here tonight in the shelter of my arms
Nothing will ever take your place
is my only real thing
When she comes to me then I feel fine
And I'm not afraid but so gratified
Emerald eyes is a mystery
Starin' through to the heart
I packed up my pick-up at seventeen
With uncle Bob's old Martin guitar and a dream
Went from singin' in church
To singin' for tips in a honky-tonk
think of when I had none at all
And I fall asleep counting my blessings

I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them
1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!
In-slum-national, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans
these arms into our yesterday

When you were just a heartbeat away


By mistake last night you rang my phone

You seemed so surprised to find me at home
skies

can burn the haze off my eyes


Tomorrow with a thousand miles behind

Where the cactus stretch their arms up in the sky

Then we?ll play that
hear it while you're walkin' by a neighbor's home
You'll hear it faintly in the distance when you're on the phone
You're sittin' in a dentist's chair
beneath my feet
Like feathers in sand
I graze among the graves
A feeling of peace

Only bending when you break
Only feeding when you're cold
Only
You shine brightly in my sky
With me while the nights go by
Catch a comet by the tail
If he hollers go to jail

I had a spider monkey and his name
while you're walkin' by a neighbor's home
You'll hear it faintly in the distance when you're on the phone
You're sittin' in a dentist's chair
And they've
Written by bob welch.


Now the wind
That's blowing out of the southwest
Is telling me, boy you better beware
Here she comes, and they call her
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