When Bobby Comes Down

I don't wanna be 'round
When Bobby comes down, you know how that can be
Yeah, you know better than me

I don't wanna be here
When Bobby gets clear and he gives you that weird eye
I think I'd better say goodbye

Yeah, the party always starts out pretty cool
Then Bobby's got to go and find himself a fool

Fun to hang here when he's high
You couldn't find a nicer guy, he would give you his own shirt
He starts to crash and you get hurt

So, it was me, it was Bobby, it was Little Chooch and Tim
Chooch is alright, you can always count on him
Bobby can be cool if he's hanging out here
If he gets too high and goes out, that's when things get weird

So, we're going to the Toddle House to get something to eat
The food's pretty good at 3 a.m but this time it was beat
And we're sitting at the booth, and to tell you the truth
Bobby's throwing shit around, he's acting real uncool

And I figure it's only moments 'til the manager calls the cops
When Bobby gets all quiet and down into his eggs, he drops
He passes out at the table, wakes up and heaves
And there's vomit all over the counter, and he pays the check and leaves

And he's almost to the corner when out comes the waiter
Bobby says, "Get the fuck off me, man, I wasn't sick until I ate here"
Bobby smacks the waiter, blood all down his nose
Chooch says, "Hang with Bobby man, that's just the way it goes"

Well, Bobby feels bad from what I can guess
'Cause the next day he sends a mop to the Toddle House UPS
And he lights a big fat one, and he stretches his legs
He says, "Ah-ah, man, I gotta learn not to put that chilli on my eggs"

Yeah, the party always starts out pretty cool
Then Bobby's gotta go and find himself a fool

Well, I guess you gotta stay
'Cause Bobby likes his girls that way and I hope you'll be alright
and I'll be back tomorrow night

I don't wanna be 'round
when Bobby comes down
I don't wanna be 'round