Music

Prince’s Bob George Lyrics

Girl, let me see U dance

New coat, huh? That’s nice
Did U buy it? Yeah, right
U seein’ that rich motherfucker again
U know who I’m talkin’ about
That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Don’t got 2 play me 4 yesterday’s fool
Cuz I’ll slap your ass into the middle of next week
I’m sorry, baby, that’s the rules
I pay the rent in this raggedy motherfucker
And all U do is suck up food and heat
Say what? Oh yeah
4 someone who can’t stand them TV dinners
U sure eat enough of them motherfuckers

Who bought U that diamond ring? Yeah, right
Since when’d U have a job?
U seein’ that rich motherfucker again
What’s his name? Bob?
Bob, ain’t that a bitch?
What’s he do 4 a living? Manage rock stars?
Who? Prince?
Ain’t that a bitch?
That skinny motherfucker with the high voice
Please, who do I look like, baby?
Yesterday’s fool?
Don’t U know I will kill U now?
U’re fuckin’ right, I got a gun
U think I don’t?
Then what’s this?
Oh, U quiet now, uh huh
Little? Yeah, right
It might be little but it’s loud
Yeah, right, mm hmm

Now put that suitcase down and go in there
And put on that new wig I bought U
No no, no no, the reddish-brown one
Bob, ain’t that a bitch?

Oh
Gotcha {x2}

Hey Bob, if U’re out there, let me see U dance
U said U was funky
Come on {x2}

Ain’t that a bitch? Bob

Come out with your hands up
I’ll kick your ass
This is your last warning
U think I won’t?
Oh no, the nigger’s got a laser
Let’s get the hell outta here

{Phone voice repeats “Operator, what city, please?”}
Is Mr. George home?
Hello, Mr. George?
This is your conscience, motherfucker
Why don’t U leave motherfuckers alone?
What’s wrong with U?
Well, why can’t we just dance? Why can’t we just dance?
No, fuck that, fuck that!
I don’t talk about U, I don’t talk about U
U little almond-shaped head ass
Who the fuck do U think this is?
I’ll kick your ass… twice!

Bob, if U’re out there, let me see U dance
U said U were funky
Come on

B-O-B, spell the shit backwards, what’s it say?
Same motherfuckin’ shit
Turn it out

Bob, ain’t that a bitch?