And my drummer really needed A kit
He's really into bonham and ozzy
You know he really likes to hit
So we spent our days lookin' at drum ads
'cause neither one of us had A job
We circles this one cool offer
"CHEAP DRUMS ASK FOR BOB"
We jumped into my pinto
And we flew over to his place
We ran up te stairs and knocked on the door
Enter robert's face
Now ol' bob was A drummer
He lived with his kit in glendale
Weddings and bar mitzvahs
He'd do any gig for half-Scale
With his five-Piece '69 slingerland
Silver two-Tone glitter
He played her skins like A gentleman
He didn't like to hit her
Like A mime with A megaphone
Like snow comin' down in summer
Like dr. King with A submachine
Like rock N' roll and bob the dummer
Bob the drummer
Nnow he fixed us both some coffee
He let me play his snare
He lied about the good old days
And how he ended up here
We let him go on for hours
Talkin' 'bout one-Night stands
He said you gotta pay your dues son
I said I think I understand
He didn't give A crap about the grateful dead
Green day or pink floyd
But when he got down behind that set
Old bob could make some noise
Bob the drummer
We wondered where the time went
And did I still wanna buy some drums
My throat went dry and I felt kinda sick
When I offered him two hundred ones
He sid he guessed he wasn't ready to sell her
You never know when there might be A gig
He shot me his best mona lisa
And took the last drag off his cig
With his mr. Rogers sweater
And his velvet elvis eyes
He stared into oblivion and said
Oh how time flies
See I'm tryin' to start this rock band And my drummer really needed A kit He's really into bonham and ozzy You know he really likes to hit So we spent our days lookin' at drum ads 'cause neither one of us had A job We circles this one cool offer "CHEAP DRUMS ASK FOR BOB" We jumped into my pinto And we flew over to his place We ran up te stairs and knocked on the door Enter robert's face Now ol' bob was A drummer He lived with his kit in glendale Weddings and bar mitzvahs He'd do any gig for half-Scale With his five-Piece '69 slingerland Silver two-Tone glitter He played her skins like A gentleman He didn't like to hit her Like A mime with A megaphone Like snow comin' down in summer Like dr. King with A submachine Like rock N' roll and bob the dummer Bob the drummer Nnow he fixed us both some coffee He let me play his snare He lied about the good old days And how he ended up here We let him go on for hours Talkin' 'bout one-Night stands He said you gotta pay your dues son I said I think I understand He didn't give A crap about the grateful dead Green day or pink floyd But when he got down behind that set Old bob could make some noise Bob the drummer We wondered where the time went And did I still wanna buy some drums My throat went dry and I felt kinda sick When I offered him two hundred ones He sid he guessed he wasn't ready to sell her You never know when there might be A gig He shot me his best mona lisa And took the last drag off his cig With his mr. Rogers sweater And his velvet elvis eyes He stared into oblivion and said Oh how time flies Explain Request ×
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