Bob

**Edit** I got the music widget from imeem.com, thanks Cindy for the recommendation. It should play on there.

I wrote this and recorded it today just for fun. I don't really know what came to my mind, perhaps I'm crazy - you can call it bob syndrome. Fun to do something different - maybe I'll post some music sometime.

You can also download it at this link here:
http://www.supload.com/sound_confirm.php?get=477986710.wav



Lyrics

Bob

He grew up in your backyard
the original earth shaker
made of tin cans
and an unbreakable carborater
His heart made of glass
with golf balls inside
If you shake him too hard
He'll 9 iron your ride

He wants to be like me and you
love like a fool
But you never gave him a chance you just made him a tool
hung 'im up in your shed, just fetch me a beer
Take me clothes shopping like Headlights on a deer

But he broke out
It's his time to shine
He'll travel the whole world on his rhymes and dimes
He'll shine the grind, grind the fine, bind and blind, taste the wine
Don't give him time, he'll break your spine
He's got bats for arms and spit-fire eyes

He's on fire now, but who can contain him
A team of superheroes can only detain him
They can try to defame him, or even deframe him
But the whole worlds mesmorized and won't rise to chain 'im

His ego full blast a whole new class of mass
Heart made of glass now filled with poisonous gas
He'll take out the whole world with one false move from your ass

And then bam, sublimination creation
Understated understanding of the wealth of a nation
He stepped down
Eyes molted lava
Elementary thermostatic incrementation
It was it all
Gave rise just to fall
Buhddist reactions minus the super mall
He was god, no, only a robot
His name was bob, and even he hated what he got

The end