Glad you came, glad you're here.
Have some champagne, imported beer.
Dig down in your dirt bag
And roll us out a spleef.
Been erect here now for thirteen days
And I came to get relief
At Bob's Party Time.
Pack my nose with c**aine
Feed my filthy hole.
Bust out the dancin' women
I'm prone to lose control.
And if by chance I fall down
And bust my head on the floor,
Just wrap my wound in a porterhouse steak
And point me towards the shore.
At Bob's Party Time.