Bobby Dee In The Hour Of Chaos Lyrics

Marilyn's paul and all is swell
bobby dee is stoked as hell
cruising through the record racks
whistling dixie jokes are cracked
doesn't pay to be nice you see
just ask my pal bobby dee
extend your hand and say hello
pudgy's met with fatal blow
yelling just like kalmex
bobby dee no skills to flex
911's what he screams
body slammed ripped pant seams
broken records broken teeth
rasputin's buys the funeral wreath
bobby dee