Bob's Party Time Lounge

Glad you came, glad you're here.

Have some champagne, imported beer.

Dig down in your dirt bag

And roll us out a spliff.Been erect here now for thirteen days

And I came to get relief

At Bob's Party Time.

Pack my nose with cocaine

Feed my filthy hole.Bust out the dancin' women

I'm prone to lose control.

And if by chance I fall down

And bust my head on the floor,

Just wrap my wound in a porterhouse steak

And point me towards the shore.

At Bob's Party Time.

Songwriters

CLAYPOOL, LES / LALONDE, REID L. III / MANTIA, BRYAN KEIPublished by

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