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| Biff, Dave didn't show up. You'll have to give Bob's eulogy. | |
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| But -- I didn't really like Bob very much. In fact, I hated his guts. | |
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| Well, just think of something. | |
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| Let us all sing together in memory of Bob: One and two and o/` Bob-Bob-Bob Bob-Bob is dead. Bob-Bob-Bob Bob-Bob is dead. | |
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| Bob is dead. Put him to bed. Bob is dead. He isn't rockin' and a rollin', Stick him in a hole and Bob is dead (Bob-Bob Bob-Bob is dead). | |
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