old saint bob whacks a hefty tune out on a beer barrel full of noise and nuance like a dammed version of samson tearing down these city walls and like a blessed version of delilah walking in mystical light
saint bob has a penny opera vocal on his thin mans frame but all the pretty girls say he's got aΒ Β voice like sin and the eyes of an angel they are all a-flutter at his nearness hes there just off shore if you look with care
old saint bob and elston gunn had taken to the waves hoping to be saltwater henchmen in such grand style only to be shipwrecked in the strip malls of suburbia with the catholic schoolgirls and the paint by number sinners and saints
old saint bob and the charlatans of love and loathing sit with a *** runner and swap sea stories on the deck of an english privateer called penance hoping to salvage the folly of their youth but they have drank themselves to a fitful slumber and the *** runner has fled with the gold
while all good sailors romance ladies of spain old saint bob held out an old tin cup and a hooligans song by the sunbelt highway one of the lover girls by his side she so in love with his rough jester lost and lonely style he will make it home someday but he will only come if it can be with a peg leg and a parrot on his shoulder in grand style