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Bottleneck Bob is riding fast
Wanted by the law for the freight train blast
The sheriff and his men is a big bad mob
And they're chasing poor old
Wanted Man
Do you know the introduction Bob? OK

Wanted man in California,
Wanted man in Buffalo
Wanted man in Kansas City,
Wanted man in Ohio

Wanted man
stuck.

Bob- Okay.

Doug- By the way, that's me on the organ.

Bob- Aw, geez.

Doug- You start.

Bob- Okay. On the first day of Christmas,
my
stuck.

Bob- Okay.

Doug- By the way, that's me on the organ.

Bob- Aw, geez.

Doug- You start.

Bob- Okay. On the first day of Christmas,
my
stuck.

Bob- Okay.

Doug- By the way, that's me on the organ.

Bob- Aw, geez.

Doug- You start.

Bob- Okay. On the first day of Christmas,
my
should start
By remembering ya gotta pay a fee Dobalina

Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina

Gloryhallastoopid, Mista Bob Dobalina

Ooh, ooh, Mista
Words and music by bob seger

I woke up with this feeling

There was something I wanted to say

So I wrote you a song.



Lately girl I've been
*Taken from the album "A Tonic For The Troops"
*Written by Bob Geldof
I intentionally wrote it out to be an illegible mess
You wanted me to write you letters, but I'd rather lose your address
And forget that we'd ever
than you thought
You were today
You've gotta stay optimistic
It gets harder by the second
We all know we're edging our way toward - the end
Carving
petty crooks
And I will learn
By studying
The lesson in my dreams
Turn off the TV
'Cause that's what others see
And movies are as bad as
Eating
Words by Jen Foster & Kathy Scott
Music by Jen Foster

The black and white picture taken by a stranger
Out in the streets of New Orleans
The blanket
_________________________________________
*taken from the album entitled "The Fine Art Of Surfacing"
*Written by Bob Geldof
She wanted me to sever ties with Heather
So we could be together
I said I'd think about it, but I know she don't believe it
She kissed me on my cheek
Can't say her name but we were two
I grabbed her waist and we would move
And then one day we were thru
And by the way I must be true

Cause all
going to record a brand new song that
I just sang last night for the first time
It was written by someone here in Folsom prison
Can I have a drink
to stop you can tell me to shut up
'Cause I was born with this mouth and yes my horns poking out
And yes I'm devilish
I'm not Bob Marley but I'm so
Just a man who isnt wanted by the state.
Do I just attract too many loners? or my standards just set way too high?
I guess what I am saying is Ill
niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side.
(Right there
Proud as can be)

I's out there paintin'
Jigga then Tosh should be Nas
Peter was by right hand man, one hand washed
All of these brothers wanted more than to just to be loved
Killer with
blowing up, I can't take the shit
Finally got what he wanted, now he's good to go
Again the ride was smashed, where's my radio?
One time, the car was in
you with my wang
Ya know what I'm saying?
I stuck her with my wang
She hit me in the balls
I grabbed her by her neck
And I bounced her off the walls
She
I'm outta touch
I take off, blow up just like a heat-seeking scud

Missile for bob-around suckas like a pistol
You beat me in a battle? Ha ha, now
a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger
Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders