Oh, It's the Bob and Tom Show. Those liars of hours of hours back when I was in school said 2010 would be future cool. The gasoline engine would be a

thing of the past we'd get our own little rockets that would fly real fast. I couldn't wait to start flying around

with a four hour erection that wouldn't go down. I'd impress and undress every woman in town and I couldn't wait for that

to get off the ground now I'm sitting here there's a cop over there.

Me and him supposed to be up in the air, him saying,

Tim you're way too drunk to fly.

I'll have to write you up for an f-U-I. I'm stuck in an 89 Pontiac. I'm supposed to be a flying

sex maniac.

So where's that contraption to strap on my back?

Where the fuck is my jet height?

Where the f-f is my jet height.

Where the f-f is my jet pipe. Maybe Ross Perot could have finally got around to a tiny little rocket with a giant sucking sound but

Clinton came along with mainly women in mind and a giant sucking sound of a

different guy I can't smoke in my car Giant sucking sound of a different kind.

I can't smoke in my car, I can't smoke in a bar.

Bob Dylan is still our biggest rock star.

We made it to Mars and now the president's black

But where the fuck is my jet bag? jet pack. T-9, 4, 3, 2-1-1

Is my gift. Hi! I just brushed in from the hallway or standing and having a cocktail.

way where standing and having a cocktail.

Really? Small talk?

Pigs in a blanket in Ramaki out there?

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