SEE I'M TRYIN' TO START THIS ROCK BAND

AND MY DRUMMER REALLY NEEDED A KIT

HE'S REALLY INTO BONHAM AND OZZY

YOU KNOW HE REALLY LIKES TO HIT

SO WE SPENT OUR DAYS LOOKIN' AT DRUM ADS

'CAUSE NEITHER ONE OF US HAD A JOB

WE CIRCLES THIS ONE COOL OFFER

"CHEAP DRUMS ASK FOR BOB"

WE JUMPED INTO MY PINTO

AND WE FLEW OVER TO HIS PLACE

WE RAN UP TE STAIRS AND KNOCKED ON THE DOOR

ENTER ROBERT'S FACE

NOW OL' BOB WAS A DRUMMER

HE LIVED WITH HIS KIT IN GLENDALE

WEDDINGS AND BAR MITZVAHS

HE'D DO ANY GIG FOR HALF-SCALE

WITH HIS FIVE-PIECE '69 SLINGERLAND

SILVER TWO-TONE GLITTER

HE PLAYED HER SKINS LIKE A GENTLEMAN

HE DIDN'T LIKE TO HIT HER



LIKE A MIME WITH A MEGAPHONE

LIKE SNOW COMIN' DOWN IN SUMMER

LIKE DR. KING WITH A SUBMACHINE

LIKE ROCK N' ROLL AND BOB THE DUMMER

BOB THE DRUMMER



NNOW HE FIXED US BOTH SOME COFFEE

HE LET ME PLAY HIS SNARE

HE LIED ABOUT THE GOOD OLD DAYS

AND HOW HE ENDED UP HERE

WE LET HIM GO ON FOR HOURS

TALKIN' 'BOUT ONE-NIGHT STANDS

HE SAID YOU GOTTA PAY YOUR DUES SON

I SAID I THINK I UNDERSTAND

HE DIDN'T GIVE A CRAP ABOUT THE GRATEFUL DEAD

GREEN DAY OR PINK FLOYD

BUT WHEN HE GOT DOWN BEHIND THAT SET

OLD BOB COULD MAKE SOME NOISE

BOB THE DRUMMER



WE WONDERED WHERE THE TIME WENT

AND DID I STILL WANNA BUY SOME DRUMS

MY THROAT WENT DRY AND I FELT KINDA SICK

WHEN I OFFERED HIM TWO HUNDRED ONES

HE SID HE GUESSED HE WASN'T READY TO SELL HER

YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN THERE MIGHT BE A GIG

HE SHOT ME HIS BEST MONA LISA

AND TOOK THE LAST DRAG OFF HIS CIG

WITH HIS MR. ROGERS SWEATER

AND HIS VELVET ELVIS EYES

HE STARED INTO OBLIVION AND SAID

OH HOW TIME FLIES