29 January 2013
Today I need something nice An ACME anti-Bob device Should you find such a thing Please give me a ring And I'll buy it at double the price
When you need, he's nowhere to be found When you don't he is always around He says he'll help out Then just arses about And clears off without making a sound
Today has just served to depress Intermittently making a mess While I'm sweating away He'll pop round to say When you're done I'll make tea, I guess
Covered in coolant and oil It's warm, and I'm starting to boil Every time that I see Bob staring at me My temper is starting to uncoil
ACME box, with a button on it To press when he's being a git Then he would disappear Straight up his own rear Whence comes his insufferable wit
So long Bob, today's been a farce Enjoy yourself up your own arse It's where you belong You can sing your own song Don't look for help, I'll just pass
But I know that things from ACME Don't come with a guarantee I'm stuck in the job With this pillock called Bob Oh well, a man can dream, can't he?
The ACME Anti-Bob Device • Opuss № I