Bob was once a rich man, who wanted to get away
From everything around him
So he left things that are, left his wife a little note
Said he’d cheer if she found him
She still hasn’t found him yet
And he’s wondering why
He had great fun for awhile with his stupid plastic smile
That had been inside him, so he could not escape
From the pressing for that, he was missing out on life
So he turned to drugs and tried to numb the pain
Now he’s so brain dead he’s not the Bob I used to know