Lyrics:
Of fashion and flair
Have Bob and Danny Zarem (22) fly down
The older set'll need a pet
So who do you get well Danny has a granny
(23) who's the talk
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
You are... you gotta tell me something... I
always hangs up the phone
No one likes hearing the truth, unless they figure it out all on their own
Like Crosby's last words, that night in Monterey,
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...
("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")
...And he laid
Buffett, Lyle Lovett and Bobby Gentry
Jerry Jeff, Bob Dylan, Donnie Fritts,
The Dead, The Doors, Patsy Cline, John Prine and more
I got Jackson Browne,
tasted just fine
Now, its got a sweet tooth for long hair
So, Bob and Greg and Grant you should beware
Followin' the dead is how it gets it's kicks
Shame
tasted just fine
Now, its got a sweet tooth for long hair
So, Bob and Greg and Grant you should beware
Followin' the dead is how it gets it's kicks
Shame
tasted just fine
Now its got a sweet tooth for long hair
So Bob and Greg and Grant you should beware
Followin' the Dead is how it gets it's kicks
Shame
a Cream, a Doors!
Bob Dylan -t Santana kíséri,
s a vendég: Brian Jones!
Nem űznek csúfot az álmainkból!
Marvin Gaye hangja maga a soul!
forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya
A new episode where
forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya
A new episode where
to Bobbito the Barber
Gimme them medals back, since you forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my
not a cougar
She's a bobcat
My gyal bob dat
And ah weave dat
My gyal bob dat
And ah weave dat
Make she husband siddung & ah pree dat
Mi fed up of de
squad, then its bob fam nigga get with it
Squad shit, mob shit, rob shit, Bob shit, nigga you ain't with it
The shit that we smoke on the best, if I got it
is trust
Lately feeling like I’m Kobe
Nigga Bob Shaq
Writing hits chillin in the woods like a bobcat
Working on the next joint and the next joint
to Bobbito the Barber
Gimme them medals back, since you forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my
you
Bobcats you need to stop that
You done leveled up to a hood rat
On the same plains as a puddy' tat
Naked City Vicky get it in
None of this shit gon'
track I ran a train, ain't no thomas
Had that kitty on all fours like a bobcat
Cause for the cheddar all these women trynna Bob that
Im feeling like I'm
wack thots
Like he left the charger on his apple got the mac hot
You niggas be scared to risk like you saw a cat bob
Damnnn
I meant a bobcat
Austin Ally
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