The Flood

歌詞

When I spot a driver worth a second glance, Foot to floorboard, impact soon achieved. Here comes Bob! I ain't subtle in my ways of making friends, Girl, this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect. Of course, I'll pay and by the way, my dear, Here comes Bob! I ain't subtle in my ways of making friends. Sometimes I'll stoop to hitting Two-door coupes without the frills, But that's just for casual acquaintances, For stripped-down thrills. Your car, girl; or mine? It doesn't matter, doesn't matter, no, But for affairs with staying power I go after limousines. It's always nice if something big Is acting as your go-between. And for group encounters I'll hit buses, Mobile homes, or trains to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. It's hard to make acquaintances in our big town; Most eyes stare at nothing much at all. But here comes Bob! I ain't subtle in my ways of making friends, Friends, acquaintances! Instant adulation comes to some at birth, Born to queens or corporate entities. But here comes Bob! Someday they'll put me away; I'll think back on active days. Most were worth the minor scars, Some were worth the damaged cars, And the judge will say to me: "Bob, you've got a bad means to a worthwhile end." Well, here comes Bob!