Bobby Lee

I met old Bobby down the way

He never had a word to say

He move just like a bunny hat and trick

He gone gone just like your lik m stik

Now Bobby hides up in the sky

Winking at me with that one Crowley eye

And oh my Bobby I wish that I knew

But you’re good you don’t leave a clue

One day I heard that he was dead

I never believed it when they said

They said that Bobby Lee was dead

Yet here you are you’re back again