Gregg wrote:
At the rate Bob is going, when the big rock, implodes, explodes, transitions, or just slides off the end of the universe there's gunna be only 2 things standing:
Bob and cock-a-roaches. And Bob will be lecturing the roach on its dangling participles.
Ginney Belle may have to help with the chorus, but here goes
Cock-a-roaches cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee,
1. Cock-a-roaches, cleft for me,
let me dangle myself in thee;
let the fodder and the crud,
from thy wounded side which flood,
be of BOB the double clutch;
save from zappa and make US belch.
2. Not the actions of my mind
can fulfill BOBs eternal repine;
could my zeal no actions know,
could my life forever blow,
all because BOB could not atone;
thou must shave, and caress a bone.
3. Nothing in my hand I knew,
simply to the do I do-es;
necked, come to thee for dew;
helpless, look to thee for a screw;
foul, I to the fountain retreat;
lather, rinse, and then repeat.
4. While I draw this final thought,
when lying eyes shall close in spite,
when I soar to worlds now KNOWN,
see thee on thy ascended Throne,
Cock-a-roaches, cleft for me,
let me rule MY world in one Piece.
http://www.hymnsite.com/lyrics/umh361.sht hey hey hey there is even musical accompaniment for your singing pleasure
That one is sure to make Casey Kasem's American Top 40
http://youtu.be/fDYK2H0ldbo don't miss this one
Kisses
iON