Glad you came, glad you're here.

Have some champagne, imported beer.

Dig down in your dirt bag

and roll us out a spleef.

Been erect here now for thirteen days

and I came to get relief

at Bob's Party Time.

Pack my nose with cocaine

feed my filthy hole.

Bust out the dancin' women

I'm prone to lose control.

And if by chance I fall down

and bust my head on the floor,

just wrap my wound in a porterhouse steak

and point me towards the shore.

At Bob's Party Time.