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Bob that head
Awwh, awwh, ah
Yeah yeah, yeah,yeah

Tricked out truck kit
Runnin' boards black lit
KC roll bar
Had to mow an extra yard
Just so he
Bob that head
Awwh, awwh, ah
Yeah yeah, yeah,yeah

Tricked out truck kit
Runnin' boards black lit
KC roll bar
Had to mow an extra yard
Just
and disappeared
And I'm dying
From hunger
I want to see you soon
I want to see you soon
Tokyo at 7 p.m.
This glorious city
Is like a lie
I'm so lonely so I
and disappeared
and I'm dying
from hunger
I wanna see you soon
I wanna see you soon

tokyo at 7 p.m.
this glorious city
is like a lie
I'm so lonely so I
of Christmas?
Cause, figure it out, right. Christmas is when?

Doug- Uh, the 25th.

Bob- Right, and what's the 24th, Christmas Eve, right?
So, that's two.
[Chorus]
Somebody hit the lights, so we can rock it day and night,
People getting down, that's right, from AM to PM.
Everybody lookin' like stars,
B.o.B. play the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the guitar
B.o.B. play the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the guitar

Well
would we be if they take our mics from we.
Or better yet strip on might itself
We done it before so I sit by the door
Those that claim but don't really
B.O.B., B.O.B. can't serve you breakfast in bed
Oh no (he can't) bathe your body
(He can't) rub your feet (he can't)
He can't compete with my love
(So
In Hollywood they have a different language that they speak
It's spoken by those folks who went to school for just one week
It's found inside
of Christmas?
Cause, figure it out, right. Christmas is when?

Doug- Uh, the 25th.

Bob- Right, and what's the 24th, Christmas Eve, right?
So, that's two.
head "Ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin'"
Ah just a bob ya head	

Well I believe you weave and bob the job is done
By Run so come get some for fun
Keep
of Christmas?
Cause, figure it out, right. Christmas is when?

Doug- Uh, the 25th.

Bob- Right, and what's the 24th, Christmas Eve, right?
So, that's two.
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
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
At 2 p.m. she eats a late lunch by design 
So that she’ll have some self-control at dinnertime 
Not much at all gets done on Friday afternoon 
So
should start
By remembering ya gotta pay a fee Dobalina

Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina

Gloryhallastoopid, Mista Bob Dobalina

Ooh, ooh, Mista
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon, 
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade, 
And all
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
the backyard
Working on a feast of barbeque
Aha aha ? kids are playing in the pool
Aha aha ? Uncle Bob?s so drunk again

Verse One

Beautiful, grand wide open
I just bought me a great long ticket
I'm gonna use it at 4 P.M.
So you can call your secret love
And break the news to him

You thought your
loins
Are giving us our "Free us!" in hella coin

So bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the era of crack
The people that you meet each day 

(a blue muppet, I believe, walks onstage) 
[Bob: Oh, hi there, little fella.] 
[Anything Muppet #1: Hello.] 
[Bob
Hey Bobby
Why are you stayin' in here in this shadow?
Come over by the fire
I'll have a drink with you

This is our house now
So let's act like

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