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 spleef

Been erect here now for thirteen days

And I came to get relief

At Bob's Party Time

Peck 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