On the shore,
back in sidewalks where I met you
My parting was sweet sorrow,
it's true
I cut my hair for you
You cut my heart in two But you got style,
you know what is cool
The Bob, Bob, Bobber of old New York
He takes the time, cause he talks the talk
He said, with oil in your hair,
the goil will be there
And he was right,
that very night
My locks were on the blocks in dear
Manhattan On an avenue I never knew
To turn my head away From fifty shades of grey
Cause you got style,
and you know what to do
The Bob, Bob, Bobber of old New York
He takes the time, cause he talks the talk
He said, go to Cologne,
go to the phone And he was right,
that very night
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