Bob The Drummer – Dada – letras

SEE I’M TRYIN’ TO START THIS ROCK BANDAND MY DRUMMER REALLY NEEDED A KITHE’S REALLY INTO BONHAM AND OZZYYOU KNOW HE REALLY LIKES TO HITSO WE SPENT OUR DAYS LOOKIN’ AT DRUM ADS’CAUSE NEITHER ONE OF US HAD A JOBWE CIRCLES THIS ONE COOL OFFER »CHEAP DRUMS ASK FOR BOB »WE JUMPED INTO MY PINTOAND WE FLEW OVER TO HIS PLACEWE RAN UP TE STAIRS AND KNOCKED ON THE DOORENTER ROBERT’S FACENOW OL’ BOB WAS A DRUMMERHE LIVED WITH HIS KIT IN GLENDALEWEDDINGS AND BAR MITZVAHSHE’D DO ANY GIG FOR HALF-SCALEWITH HIS FIVE-PIECE ’69 SLINGERLANDSILVER TWO-TONE GLITTERHE PLAYED HER SKINS LIKE A GENTLEMANHE DIDN’T LIKE TO HIT HERLIKE A MIME WITH A MEGAPHONELIKE SNOW COMIN’ DOWN IN SUMMERLIKE DR. KING WITH A SUBMACHINELIKE ROCK N’ ROLL AND BOB THE DUMMERBOB THE DRUMMERNNOW HE FIXED US BOTH SOME COFFEEHE LET ME PLAY HIS SNAREHE LIED ABOUT THE GOOD OLD DAYSAND HOW HE ENDED UP HEREWE LET HIM GO ON FOR HOURSTALKIN’ ‘BOUT ONE-NIGHT STANDSHE SAID YOU GOTTA PAY YOUR DUES SONI SAID I THINK I UNDERSTANDHE DIDN’T GIVE A CRAP ABOUT THE GRATEFUL DEADGREEN DAY OR PINK FLOYDBUT WHEN HE GOT DOWN BEHIND THAT SETOLD BOB COULD MAKE SOME NOISEBOB THE DRUMMERWE WONDERED WHERE THE TIME WENTAND DID I STILL WANNA BUY SOME DRUMSMY THROAT WENT DRY AND I FELT KINDA SICKWHEN I OFFERED HIM TWO HUNDRED ONESHE SID HE GUESSED HE WASN’T READY TO SELL HERYOU NEVER KNOW WHEN THERE MIGHT BE A GIGHE SHOT ME HIS BEST MONA LISAAND TOOK THE LAST DRAG OFF HIS CIGWITH HIS MR. ROGERS SWEATERAND HIS VELVET ELVIS EYESHE STARED INTO OBLIVION AND SAIDOH HOW TIME FLIES