
Bob The Butler
· 2:14 · 24 plays · v3-preview
- 1960s
- beat
- mod
- pop rock
- garage rock
- male vocalist
- melodic
- energetic
- good artist
Lyrics
Verse 1
(Bob the butler) Has to serve me something every day
Thinking that some pay will come his way
But it never comes
(Bob the butler) Is not looking very fine these days
His health has gone every single way
But he's never done
Chorus
He can listen as I call his name
"Serve me everything you got"
He will cry out, as he takes the blame
Appetizer served too hot
Verse 2
(Bob the butler) Has a mental lashing in his mind
Has nothing useful to pass the time
So he serves alone
(Bob the butler) Is wanting me to alter my mind
About diktating him all the time
Wants to go back home
Chorus
He can sit there, whining about home
But he might never come back
And I tell him, "I'll walk you back home"
But don't quit, or I'll be mad
Interlude
(Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh)
Verse 3
(Bob the butler) Just wants to flap his wings and be free
But he still knows he belongs to me
He still has to work
(Bob the butler) Is working every hour for free
Even if the money comes to me
I won't give it first
Chorus
He's just helping, wasting every day
He knows he has to stay here
While my foot is on his back again
Barking orders in his ear
Comments
No comments yet.