Bobby Malone Moves Home

Hey, Bobby Malone, it's good to have you home

So you tried your own route and it didn't work out

Well, you're not alone

A job that made you crazy in a town you won't miss

And the drunks you called friends were a means to an end

And this is the end

Hey, Bobby Malone, how you have grown

A couple months on the couch while you figure things out

Won't do you wrong

Hey, Bobby Malone

Couldn't make rent again, or are you in trouble deep?

You're a stray dog with fleas and your sister agrees

You've looked better, son

Hey, Bobby Malone, it's good to have you home

A couple months on the couch while you figure things out

Won't do you wrong

Hey, Bobby Malone