Deadbolt - Swahili Bob Lyrics
Swahili Bob would do a strange thingHe'd sit there and make the telephone ringYou pick it up, and he's talkin' to youJust sitting there--his lips would not moveSwahili Bob was a real scumbagHe did his phone tricks dressed up in dragThe filthiest things would come from his mouthHe ran a bisexual puppet show way down southSwahili BobSwahili BobSwahili...Bob would show up at a party dressed in redWhile waving a dead chicken over his headSwahili Bob was a talented guyWho'd want to kill him? I don't know whySwahili Bob did his phone trick one nightPissed off some bikers, started a fightThey cut out his tongue and nailed it to the wallSwahili Bob will never again callSwahili Bob will never again callSwahili Bob