I am Bob
Your friend
Holding you while you sob
Even though I know your wounds won't mend.

Dancing down the street
Tip tap toe
Watching my feet carelessly meet
I'm quite a chill poet so...

Your bestest friend for everest
That's what you think
The guy with the hat, the blues and the nest
Don't go wandering off now and sink.

I've got a trinket for you
It's a squirrel!
Well... The head, hoehoehoe
Paint the ceiling red with squirrel blood.

Satan, satan, he is satan
They shout when I stab a girl in the eye
Satan, satan, he is satan
Then the crowd stops as I turn around with my
eyes burning red of awesomeness and says:
Everyone will cry...

As my work here is done
I went to the next little town
Telling my army of demons to come
Just look at my shining crown.