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Loop around Sonic
And right back on it
Low gear, drive by
Up and down
That's right

Bob that head
Every Friday night
Got the windows rolled down
The seat
[Chorus]
Bob that head
Every Friday night
Got the windows rolled down
The seat reclined
Givin' everybody that rock on sign
Yeah, turn it up to ten
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen
There he got his parole
After four long years on a man killing charge
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
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
Tom Joad got loose from McAlester Pen; 
There he got his parole.
After four long years on a man killing charge, 
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
can't get in your show
I'll take my tom tom and go
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

While you were mine
I got so hazy
While you passed by
I found my answer
said, Hey, hey Tom, the sun?s comin? up, you got your wipers on

Are you tryna make it rain again?
Are you tryna make it rain again?
Is it rainin? just
duck when it comes
Better duck cause it's comin'
Best believe when you ru-ru-ru-runnin'
Now tell them red b****es that Nicki said this
We got tom tom's
It's Barbie bitches
We got Tom Tom's over here bigger than a monster
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla

We got tom tom's over here bigger than
You can take my Equity card away
And burn the theatre to the ground
Cheer up, it might never happen kid
Although I think it probably just did
were new Bob Dylans, your dumb ass kid brothers

Well, we still get together every week at Bruce's house
Why, he's got quite a spread I tell ya, it's
THE KID'S LAST FIGHT
WRITER BOB MERRILL

It was Tiger Wilson versus Kid McCoy In the summer of 'ninety-three Now the Kid was everybody's pride
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen;
There he got his parole.
After four long years on a man killing charge,
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
down
By Mr Tom Hughes town

I got a woman
Lives on Stony Hill
She used to sit down and gamble with
Mr Buffalo Bill

He's a bad man

You got
THE KID'S LAST FIGHT
WRITER BOB MERRILL

It was Tiger Wilson versus Kid McCoy In the summer of 'ninety-three Now the Kid was everybody's pride
down
By Mr Tom Hughes town

I got a woman
Lives on Stony Hill
She used to sit down and gamble with
Mr Buffalo Bill

He's a bad man

You got
light
The girls in their summer clothes
Pass me by

Kid's rubber ball smacks
Off the gutter 'neath the lamp light
Big bank clock chimes
Off go
And as the trucks drive by
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!"

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show
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
to after school tutor it
Balling on beats, got hops like breweries
Sideline haters need to chill where the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can call me Julius
Y'all
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten

Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
THE KID'S LAST FIGHT
WRITER BOB MERRILL

It was Tiger Wilson versus Kid McCoy In the summer of 'ninety-three Now the Kid was everybody's pride
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,
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,