Bobby Dee in The Hour of Chaos lyrics

marilyn's paul and all is swell bobby dee is stoked as hell cruising through the record racks whistling dixie jokes are cracked doesn't pay to be nice you see just ask my pal bobby dee extend your hand and say hello pudgy's met with fatal blow yelling just like kalmex bobby dee no skills to flex 911's what he screams body slammed ripped pant seams broken records broken teeth rasputin's buys the funeral wreath bobby dee