When the Sea is boilin'
And the hurricanes are blowin'
Easy jobs are goin'
People mowin' lotta whorin'

God doesn't know that the world is gonna sob
But don't you know that you can always blame it on Bob

Bob doesn't do the slightest thing wrong
   But people always run when he tries to sing a song
He wouldn't hurt a soul not even a fly
   So why don't people guess that he's such a nice guy

Even though he can't explain his discretion
   The corner of your eye is lookin' in his direction
He looks for attention but he doesn't know how
   Says he might as well apologize and take a good bow

"Even though sometimes I sound vain
I don't like to see you lash out in pain
I hate to see you worry
But you never answer my inquery

It took me time to figure out who I am
I don't admire it but I do what I can
And so now sorry is all that I can say
I wish I wouln't have to but it's just the only way"

When you can't enjoy life
And the terrorists win
Can't make a phone call
Without someone listenin' in

Just before you go outside and hold a lightin' rod
Maybe first consider just to blame it on Bob

When the sky is fallin'
And the grimm reaper is maullin'
The Commies follow Stalin
And the SUV's are haulin'

Just before you try to lynch and start your own mob
Think a minute and remember you can blame it on Bob





There's me...staring into the face of danger.