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.