Lyrics
down the avenue, polyester on his ass
He’s cussin at the pigeons, trips and drops his flask
Dumb grin plastered sideways, he’s breakin every rule
Shouts "move it, assholes!"—man he never was cool
Pre-Chorus
Swingin his hips, blockin the parade
Screamin at the tourists, makin old ladies afraid
Chorus
Bastard in bell bottoms, claimin he’s a star
Dancin like a jackass, dreamin of a car
Balls out on Pennsylvania, flippin off the crowd
Bob’s a disco menace, obnoxious and loud
Post-Chorus
Hey hey, there goes the fool
Hey hey, breakin every rule
Chorus
Shakin my ass at the Lincoln, Bob said what the hell is this
Boots slippin on the marble but the fool just can’t resist
Heads turnin as he spins, lookin dumb but feelin slick
He’s grinnin like a moron, man that bastard’s really thick
Post-Chorus
Hey hey, stupid as they come
Hey hey, watch his feet get numb
Verse 2
Later in the White House, damn he’s out of place
Rollin on Trump’s bed, got that stupid look on his face
Socks on the silk sheets, makin them a goddamn mess
Why Bob’s gotta be like this? No one ever will guess
Pre-Chorus
Another scene, another day, Bob just makes us curse
If you think he can’t get dumber, wait up, he’ll show you worse
Chorus
Shakin my ass at the Lincoln, Bob said what the hell is this
Boots slippin on the marble but the fool just can’t resist
Heads turnin as he spins, lookin dumb but feelin slick
He’s grinnin like a moron, man that bastard’s really thick
Post-Chorus
Hey hey, stupid as they come
Hey hey, watch his feet get numb
Bridge
Now he’s pokin in the kitchen, raisin all kinds of hell
Scream at the butlers, flingin caviar, what a goddamn smell
Bob’s got his feet on the table, greasy as they get
How the fuck is he still standin? Not broke or in debt
Pre-Chorus
He’ll wreck a damn museum, start a fight with a bust
If you see that clown approachin, run away, it’s a must
Chorus
Look at Bob actin crazy, lost his mind in DC
Falling off a statue now, dumbshit never free
Everyone’s laughin, pointin, wishin he’d just go home
But Bob’s too busy dancin, makin chaos on his own
Post-Chorus
Hey hey, messin up the scene
Hey hey, king of goddamn mean
Verse 3
Now he’s sprawled on the carpet, kickin over golden vases
Stealin bites off the platter, shovin shrimp into his faces
Staff are yellin, furious, let out one more curse
Bob just flips the finger, makin everything worse
Pre-Chorus
Red wine on the upholstery, pizza on the drapes
They’ll remember this disaster, Bob don’t know what shape
Chorus
Smashin through the hallway, trippin like a clown
Presidents all hidin when that moron comes around
Screamin at the paintings, hiccupin his way
Bob’s the damn embarrassment of a White House holiday
Post-Chorus
Hey hey, what’s he broken now
Hey hey, never shows you how
Verse 4
Now he’s moonwalkin backwards, dumpin drinks down his shirt
Drippin sauce on the carpet, shoes covered in dirt
Yellin “I’m the president!” to the mirror in the hall
Staff are duckin for cover, watchin this shitshow sprawl
Pre-Chorus
Crashin in the Rose Room, dancin on the phone
Bob’s got the Secret Service prayin he’d just go home
Chorus
Look at Bob, still a bastard, breakin every goddamn rule
Got confetti in the curtains, underwear in the pool
Security’s exasperated, beggin for a break
But Bob’s still strippin layers, for disco’s sake
Post-Chorus
Hey hey, absolute disgrace
Hey hey, can’t forget his face
Verse 5
Now he’s swingin from the curtains, yellin “fuck this place!”
Eggs fallin on the carpet, ketchup smeared on his face
Tryin to ride a segway, crashes into a vase
Yellin at George Washington, callin him a disgrace
Pre-Chorus
Toilet paper on his sneakers, trailin down the hall
Bob’s banned from Christmas parties, after wreckin them all
Chorus
Still got disco fever, grindin on the busts
Got kicked by the mascot, tripped into the dust
Secret Service weepin, wishin for the end
But Bob just keeps on hustlin, never gonna bend
Post-Chorus
Hey hey, damn he’s got no shame
Hey hey, makin DC lame
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