BOB

[Curse]

Words and music by bob seger

I was a little too tall
Could?ve used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly reknown
She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points all her own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my ?60 chevy
Workin? on mysteries without any clues
Workin? on our night moves
Tryin? to make some front page drive-in news
Workin? on our night moves
In the summertime
In the sweet summertime

We weren?t in love, oh no, far from it
We weren?t searchin? for some pie in the sky summit
We were just young and restless and bored
Livin? by the sword
And we?d steal away every chance we could
To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods
I used her, she used me
But neither one cared
We were gettin? our share
Workin? on our night moves
Tryin? to lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin? on our night moves
And it was summertime

And oh the wonder
We felt the lightning
And we waited on the thunder
Waited on the thunder

I awoke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain?t it funny how the night moves
When you just don?t seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in

 

[Timi]

Why don't you
Sit right back
And I
I may tell you
A tale
A tale of 3
Little pigs
And a big
Bad
Wolf
1 (x2)
1, 2
Well, the first little piggy
Well, he was kinda hick, he spent most of his days just day-dreamin' of
the city
And then one day
He bought a guitar
He moved to Hollywood to become a star
But living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city
Built his house outta straw, what a pity
Then one day
Jammin' on some chords
Along came the wolf
Knockin' on his door
(x2) Little pig, little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny-chin-chin (x2)
Well, I'm huffin'
I'm puffin'
I'll blow your house in
(x2) Huff and
Puff and
Blow your house in (x2)
Huffin' and I'll puffin' and I'll blow your house in
Well, the second little piggy
Well, he was kinda stokin', spent most of his days just a ganja smokin'
Hoppin' and a-boppin' down on Venice Beach
Gettin' paid money for religious speech
Built his shelter from what he garbage picked
Mostly made up of old cans and sticks
Then one day he was crankin' out Bob Marley
Along came the wolf on his big, bad Harley
(x2) Little pig, little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny-chin-chin (x2)
Well, I'm huffin'
I'm puffin'
I'll blow your house in
(x2) Huff and
Puff and
Blow your house in (x2)
Huffin' and I'll puffin' and I'll blow your house in
Well, the third little piggy
A grade A student, his daddy was a rock star
Named Pig Nugent
Earned his Master's Degree
From Harvard College
Built his house from his architect knowledge
A tri-level mansion
Hollywood Hills
Daddy's rock stardom
Paid for the bills
Then one day came the old house masher
The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher
(x2) Little pig, little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny-chin-chin (x2)
Well, I'm huffin'
I'm puffin'
I'll blow your house in
(x2) Huff and
Puff and
Blow your house in (x2)
Huffin' and I'll puffin' and I'll blow your house in
Well, the big bad wolf
Well, he huffed
And he puffed
All that he could
And low and behold the little piggy's house stood
"It's made out of concrete"
The little piggy shouted
The wolf just frowned
As he pouted so they called 9 11
Like any piggy would
They sent out Rambo
Just as fast
As they could
Yo
Wolf face
I'm your worst nightmare
Your ass is mine
1 (x2)
1, 2
Well, the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see
And that's the end of story
For you and me
But still give a listen
You just may
Hear the big wolf and little piggies say
(x2) Little pig, little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chiny-chin-chin (x2)
Well, I'm huffin'
I'm puffin'
I'll blow your house in
(x3) Huff and
Puff and
Blow your house in (x3)
Huffin' and I'll puffin' and I'll blow your house in (x4)
And the moral of the story is
That bands with no talent can easily amuse idiots with a stupid puppet
show

 

[SynTaXx-Wrath]

Green Jelly

 

[Shaggz1297]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Timi @ Dec 22 2005, 06:09 AM) [snapback]15718[/snapback][/center]

And the moral of the story is
That bands with no talent can easily amuse idiots with a stupid puppet
show
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and the bands with no talent will become the superstars and be rich and never go away. *coughbritney linkinpark nsync bakstreetboys Xtina should i go oncough if you dont even write your own songs, then i wont even pick up your cds.
bob segar ftw!!

 

[Timi]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Shaggz1297 @ Dec 22 2005, 06:34 AM) [snapback]15769[/snapback][/center]

and the bands with no talent will become the superstars and be rich and never go away. *coughbritney linkinpark nsync bakstreetboys Xtina should i go oncough if you dont even write your own songs, then i wont even pick up your cds.
bob segar ftw!!
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