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man he looked at me
And oh the hurt in this man's eyes that just broke my heart in two
It seemed I could hear him say son I'm doing this for you
I knelt
man he looked at me
And oh the hurt in this man's eyes that just broke my heart in two
It seemed I could hear him say son I'm doing this for you
I knelt
salt was thrown on me and my boys (you know what I'm sayin') but now we're back picking up where we left off (aw yeah) and through this song, process
invitation for tea time
'Twas given by somebody I can't recall 

It's the middle of the riddle, it's not very serious 
It's nothing but a big surprise
Bobby went out for a joy ride with my best girl
Left me at the party,
He was my best friend and I miss him.
It was almost June and the moon
bobby I just wanna play, 
So what is this you have to say? 
He said, Mary, marry me. 
We could live out by the sea 
Like they do on the movie screen.
Bobby, I hope you can find yourself through
There's so much that I wish to know
And I have to do this on my own
And I hope you can understand
Bobby
planning to party
Just wait for me
Out in the street
Teakbois in everywhere
Dancing with you
We're coming through
Somehow we'll all be there
This time is
are roughened
By the wheel and the rope.
I'd like to look to you for hope,
I think it's hiding there.
This boat is blacked out like a city
Awaiting
The TV is turned down the kids are in bed
And thoughts of you darling spin around in my head
Bobby still loves you and as he walks by
He says where's
of that old Coupe De Ville 
Those shoes were just too big to fill that year 

A song on Bobby Bare would take you anywhere 
If I'm still here it wasn't for
take a quick moment to answer this question
As the ferry approaches the shore
Will you have the coin to pay for your passage
And the courage to take
some money in it for him
Hey, you remember that song by this guy from Texas
Whose name was Bobby Fuller?
I'll sing it for you it went like this
I
tentacles same as different song 
Bob Digital instrumental; nothing's identical 
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato Head or Ida 
Deep-fried crinkle cut; one
making a new ship
Christen it for the trip
With a toddler at the helm this time
And there are things we will never will define

Crowds jump to their
are roughened
By the wheel and the rope.
I'd like to look to you for hope,
I think it's hiding there.
This boat is blacked out like a city
Awaiting
money
And that clock strikes 4:20, and you want to get high
No bills get sent when you can't pay the rent
Everyday i get bent yo so i can get by
I'm
the middle of this stupid song? Shall we never go out there? Shall we take us where we don't belong When we notice that the spargel is gone? Shall we weep in
jumpin' through the flame 
With the name B.O.B.B.Y. 
Makin' a hobby 
Smoke the honey dip got my throat groggy 
You doo-doo brain dirtbag derelict
on one
And I'll be here for you
Till Kingdom come
Blood on blood

Well, Bobby was our hero
Cause he hed a fake I.D.
I got busted stealing cigarettes
tentacles same as different song 
Bob Digital instrumental; nothing's identical 
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato Head or Ida 
Deep-fried crinkle cut; one
the buildings
Do it for the love of the art and the children's
And throw paper machet inside of ya models
See we all throttles, we zip by in this drive
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that Laden weed

Well since I'm on Bin Laden let me tell you a story
'Bout
weed

Well since I'm on Bin Laden let me tell you a story
'Bout these three pussy rappers who couldn't do nothing for me
Gave a whole lot of cheese
Then call Lollabrigida,
This week she's in Wichita,
And then, when you reach Cary Grant,
Tell him I'd love to, but I just can't.