The B.O.B. Song

Bob goes bouncing down the road to Bremen

24 hours goes to fast

Drinks in elbows - crowded bars

Mixing becks and kummerling

6 a.m. and where are we? In Bremen

In Bremen, in Bremen

Bob goes bouncing down the road to Oakland

Coffee, pizza, liquor, store

Sits in the sun it's California get brown get down to the bay

All the punks come out to play in Oakland

In Oakland, in Oakland

Bob goes bouncing down the road to Bath

Goes to the heart of the west country

Where the grass is yellow and the cider's green

- I reckon it's the other way round -

Bubbling up from the underground in Bath

Bob met a friend of a friend of yours

Bob got a letter and wrote some more

Bob saved up and got the plane

Now Bob's in the kitchen going insane

Bremen, Oakland, Bath and on

Cos it don't matter where you come from

If you think this is it you're in for a shock

Cos the whole fuckin' planet is a big punk rock!