Glad you came, glad you're here. Have some champagne, imported beer. Dig down in your dirt bag And roll us out a spliff.
Been erect here now for thirteen days And I came to get relief At Bob's Party Time. Pack my nose with cocaine 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.