Bach 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

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