When Bobby Comes Down

I don't wanna be 'round When Bobby comes down, you know how that can be Yeah, you know better than me I don't wanna be here When Bobby gets clear and he gives you that weird eye I think I'd better say goodbye Yeah, the party always starts out pretty cool Then Bobby's got to go and find himself a fool Fun to hang here when he's high You couldn't find a nicer guy, he would give you his own shirt He starts to crash and you get hurt So, it was me, it was Bobby, it was Little Chooch and Tim Chooch is alright, you can always count on him Bobby can be cool if he's hanging out here If he gets too high and goes out, that's when things get weird So, we're going to the Toddle House to get something to eat The food's pretty good at 3 a.m but this time it was beat And we're sitting at the booth, and to tell you the truth Bobby's throwing shit around, he's acting real uncool And I figure it's only moments 'til the manager calls the cops When Bobby gets all quiet and down into his eggs, he drops He passes out at the table, wakes up and heaves And there's vomit all over the counter, and he pays the check and leaves And he's almost to the corner when out comes the waiter Bobby says, "Get the fuck off me, man, I wasn't sick until I ate here" Bobby smacks the waiter, blood all down his nose Chooch says, "Hang with Bobby man, that's just the way it goes" Well, Bobby feels bad from what I can guess 'Cause the next day he sends a mop to the Toddle House UPS And he lights a big fat one, and he stretches his legs He says, "Ah-ah, man, I gotta learn not to put that chilli on my eggs" Yeah, the party always starts out pretty cool Then Bobby's gotta go and find himself a fool Well, I guess you gotta stay 'Cause Bobby likes his girls that way and I hope you'll be alright and I'll be back tomorrow night I don't wanna be 'round when Bobby comes down I don't wanna be 'round