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He don't go to parties
And he's never home
He don't answer e-mails
And he don't come to the phone
And you'd see why if you saw him
He's just a pile of bones
Bob is dead and gone
Left hook to the body
Straight right to the chin
He went down in the third round
And just never got up again
It was a sad day and a bad way
For a great career to end
Bob is dead and gone
While he was still living
He was one fast gun
I said let's write some motets
He was already done
But you can't mourn forever
Forever's just no fun
Bob is dead and gone
He don't go to parties
And he's never home
He don't answer e-mails
And he don't come to the phone
And you'd see why if you saw him
He's just a pile of bones
Bob is dead and gone