| Looks like this may well be it, yeah we’re goin' down | 
| Ocean’s fast approaching, and there’s this screeching sound | 
| They found that little ol' black box, that they all listened to | 
| The last words that were spoken were, «What would Bob do?» | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| I was knocking on the pearly gates, made of precious stone | 
| Looked kind of other worldly, inside there was a throne | 
| I was let in by a stranger, who I’d seen somewhere before | 
| I thought, well it’ll come to me, here in the evermore | 
| Suddenly from out of nowhere, a vision did appear | 
| It was my old granddaddy, he said «Son, what are you doin' here?» | 
| «Well it wasn’t in my plans you know, I done come unstuck | 
| I played out all my hand and I just ran all out of luck» | 
| He said, «Well if you can’t pot the black, and you know it’s not the cue | 
| It may be time to ask yourself, what would Bob do?» | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| Now you may well just find yourself, on the ballroom floor | 
| You know you cannot get away, you cannot reach the door | 
| Just try to relax yourself, and sit down on your hips | 
| You don’t have to move too much, and try no to lick your lips | 
| If things seem to be working, and she hasn’t moved away | 
| You can breathe a little easier, and think of what to say | 
| If you spin around and she is gone, and you know it’s not with you | 
| Then you have to ask yourself «What would Bob do?» | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| I was standing by a house at night, going up in flames and smoke | 
| I was losing everything, it really was no joke | 
| To cap it off I’m naked, and there’s people all around | 
| I could see an old dog barking, but I couldn’t hear the sound | 
| The only thing that I could hear, which came out of the blue | 
| Was the voice inside my own head, saying, «What would Bob do?» | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| As luck would sometimes have it, the good Lord was in my dream | 
| He was smiling sweetly, and was wearing Lincoln green | 
| I asked if he would come again, if the rumours were all true | 
| He thought awhile and spoke and said, now «What would Bob do?» | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| And as the lights they all came down, I was standing by the stage | 
| He was cloaked in darkness, and his face it showed no age | 
| I took one step closer, just to get a better view | 
| I swear I saw him smile and say now «What would Bob do?» | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| Then I suddenly awakened, and I simply can’t pretend | 
| To understand the way of things, and how it all may end | 
| But if the question’s simple say, do I wear red, or blue | 
| Now they’re are times you ask yourself, «What would Bob do?» | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? | 
| What would Bob do? |