Bob

He was born in 1949 with grandma ida yelling skibbity

He rolled into the 60s never smoking weed with those hippes

He loves to work a lot, grow a mustache like a boss

He's pounding Stella Artois, sipping Jager and blended scotch

It's Grandpa Bob, can I get a haump, la la haump

It's Grandpa Bob, haump, haump, who's light, a haump, haump

I'm driving in the backseat, his head is bobbing like a parakeet, he's switching lanes a little swurvy, yelling "get outta the way you turkey"

Hes planning out like a visionary, and sticking to the itinerary, watching DVDs from the 80s, and porn with hairy ladies.

Hes sending out e-cards, while winning dimes at playing poker,

No more shmutz with Uncle horst, in the basement like a chain smoker.

He's grandpa Bob, hoump hoump, a hoump, what's going on

It's Grandpa Bob, who's light, hoump, la la hoump.

He'll give you shit, then want his shit back, when you didn't really want his shit at all

Break it down , who's light

Haump, haump, ah ah hoump hoump.

Hoump, hoump la la houwmp

Motherfucking grandpa Bob

He'll give you shit, then want his shit back, when you didn't really want his shit at all

Grandpa Bob

He's a ticking clock, a clickity clock, Dee puts on his socks, eating liverwurst like a boss.

Hoump, hoump, motherfucking hoump