Letras:
Bob And Joe

: Lyrics & Music: Bob Dylan; Published by Warner Brothers Hey Joe, you got it Right, blow horn You must leave now Take what you need, you think

and E Money Bags And a conversation over shrimp and lobster And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob

world So be my girl, my girl, my girl And love me just like a movie [Verse 2] I can see you hangin out in the court yard Lookin fly and you finally comin

milk barnyard stoats raid the pen If you don't shoot 'em they'll do it again fuck the chickens I don't like milk fuck the chickenss I don't like milk Farmer joe

did those things that only he could do Charlie Christian started a new thing And, oh my, how Billie Holiday could sing Alan Freed rock and rolled, Joe

of lines, an extra thermos of Joe He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what Bob's the kinda guy who

cabin, More b-thces than a pageant, I keep a house full n-gga call me bob sagat, Spending time backwards, Hotter than a cactus, And we ain't in the building

in the ring, Joe Look at what you found We can use the fun, Joe Pushing him around Well show him the ropes And destroy his hopes Put him in the ring, Joe

and I'll swat 'em Urinate on 'em and warn 'em twice to step to the next man You got that problem from your ex-man Billy Joe, Pickle Peter and Bob I'm