. . Bob's Party Time, Bob's Party Time, Bob's Party Time. . Peck my nose with cocaine to feed my filthy hole. Bust out the dancin' women, I'm prone to lose control. And if by chance I fall down and bust
I was talking to the whippoorwill. He says you've got a corny trill. Bob White, whatcha gonna swing tonight? I was talking to the mockingbird. He says you are the worst he's heard. Bob White
