| When I spot a driver worth a second glance
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| Foot to floorboard, impact soon achieved
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| Here comes Bob!
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| I ain’t subtle in my ways of making friends
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| Girl, this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect
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| Of course, I’ll pay and by the way, my dear
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| Here comes Bob!
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| I ain’t subtle in my ways of making friends
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| Sometimes I’ll stoop to hitting
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| Two-door coupes without the frills
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| But that’s just for casual acquaintances,
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| For stripped-down thrills
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| Your car, girl -or mine?
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| It doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, no
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| But for affairs with staying power
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| I go after limousines
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| It’s always nice if something big
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| Is acting as your go-between
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| And for group encounters I’ll hit buses,
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| Mobile homes, or trains to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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| It’s hard to make acquaintances in our big town
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| Most eyes stare at nothing much at all
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| But here comes Bob!
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| I ain’t subtle in my ways of making friends
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| Friends, acquaintances!
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| Instant adulation comes to some at birth
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| Born to queens or corporate entities
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| But here comes Bob!
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| Someday they’ll put me away
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| I’ll think back on active days
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| Most were worth the minor scars
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| Some were worth the damaged cars
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| And the judge will say to me:
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| «Bob, you’ve got a bad means to a worthwhile end»
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| Well, here comes Bob! |