Lyrics
Ohh, no
What up Bob? God, man
We're Hobo Johnson and the Lovemakers, we're a couple kids
Five I guess
That like to make a little bit of love
Like to make a little bit of music
Look at that, that's a desk
Just kidding Bob, it's a table, I don't care about rules
Hi, what's your name?
How are you?
How's your life?
Oh, you got a man?
Are you in love? If so, what type?
Is it just platonic? Strictly just as friends?
Or the type that ties you two together 'til tomorrow's end?
If it is, disregard, every time I call you pretty
Though it's meant sincerely, it's just my imagination drifting
Brush me off, like the dirt on Jay-Z's shoulders
So I fall to the ground, collect myself
And get ready to take over your heart
Or at least your spare time
And I love the thought of being with you
Or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone
The second one's way sadder than the first one, but
I don't know
I love the thought of being with you (ohh!)
Or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone
Man!
I really love being in love
But I also really love not crying on the...
We should go get a cup of coffee
And I'll act friendly
And I won't pull any stunts
But I'm a freaking stunt puller from birth
So I don't know what to tell you
If I try to confess my love for
Scones!
I just want to tell you real quick, please, sh-sh-sh
I love
These scones
Just the diversity between the selection
The rasberry, the blueberry, the strawberry, pumpkin
Even which is basically a fuckin' squash
How you gonna make a scone out of a freakin' squash?
It blows my mind! Oh, man!
But what were you talking about?
I'm so sorry to interrupt
Oh yeah, you're boyfriend make you mad the other day?
What was he saying? What was he talking about?