Looks like this may well be it, yeah we're goin' down
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Ocean's fast approaching, and there's this screeching sound
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They found that little ol' black box, that they all listened to
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The last words that were spoken were, "What would Bob do?"
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What would Bob do? What would Bob do?
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What would Bob do? What would Bob do?
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I was knocking on the pearly gates, made of precious stone
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Looked kind of other worldly, inside there was a throne
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I was let in by a stranger, who I'd seen somewhere before
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I thought, well it'll come to me, here in the evermore
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Suddenly from out of nowhere, a vision did appear
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It was my old granddaddy, he said "Son, what are you doin' here?"
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"Well it wasn't in my plans you know, I done come unstuck
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I played out all my hand and I just ran all out of luck"
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He said, "Well if you can't pot the black, and you know it's not the cue
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It may be time to ask yourself, what would Bob do?"
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What would Bob do? What would Bob do?
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What would Bob do? What would Bob do?
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Now you may well just find yourself, on the ballroom floor
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You know you cannot get away, you cannot reach the door
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Just try to relax yourself, and sit down on your hips
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You don't have to move too much, and try no to lick your lips
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If things seem to be working, and she hasn't moved away
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You can breathe a little easier, and think of what to say
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If you spin around and she is gone, and you know it's not with you
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Then you have to ask yourself "What would Bob do?"
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What would Bob do? What would Bob do?
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What would Bob do? What would Bob do?
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I was standing by a house at night, going up in flames and smoke
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I was losing everything, it really was no joke
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To cap it off I'm naked, and there's people all around
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I could see an old dog barking, but I couldn't hear the sound
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The only thing that I could hear, which came out of the blue
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Was the voice inside my own head, saying, "What would Bob do?"
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What would Bob do? What would Bob do?
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What would Bob do? What would Bob do?
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As luck would sometimes have it, the good Lord was in my dream
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He was smiling sweetly, and was wearing Lincoln green
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I asked if he would come again, if the rumours were all true,
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He thought awhile and spoke and said, now "What would Bob do?"
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What would Bob do? What would Bob do?
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What would Bob do? What would Bob do?
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And as the lights they all came down, I was standing by the stage
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He was cloaked in darkness, and his face it showed no age
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I took one step closer, just to get a better view
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I swear I saw him smile and say now "What would Bob do?"
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What would Bob do? What would Bob do?
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What would Bob do? What would Bob do?
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Then I suddenly awakened, and I simply can't pretend,
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To understand the way of things, and how it all may end
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But if the question's simple say, do I wear red, or blue
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Now they're are times you ask yourself, "What would Bob do?"
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What would Bob do? What would Bob do?
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What would Bob do? What would Bob do?
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What Would Bob Do?
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Colin Hay |