Fat Bob on the Prowl

I stumble down the street and I don't know which way to go
I'm knocking at your door but the silence says there's nobody home
And I'm feeling kind of sick and I need to find something pure
And I'm feeling kind of creepy and I'm looking for the cure

Fall down
Spin around
The whole world has gone upside-down
I'm downtown
I look around
I'm gonna find you and bring you down

Creepin' down the street, homing in on your scent
Asking all the street signs to tell me which way that you went
I feel a little sick and I need to find someone pure
And I'm feeling kind of sexy and I think that maybe you've got the cure



Credits
Writer(s): Grahm Eberhardt
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