Bob Filmography

• Carnal Cure (1973)
• Peacock Lady (1972)
• American Sexual Revolution (1971)
• Weekend Convention (1971)

Bob Filmography

• Evil Cuckold 2 (2011)
• Evil Cuckold 3 (2011)
• Evil Cuckold (2010)

Bob Filmography

• Private Gold 51: Living in Sin (2002)
• Love Cruise: The Maiden Voyage (2001)
• Gasping for Air (1999)

Bob

Cast

• Bob Newhart
• Carlene Watkins
• Cynthia Stevenson
• Ruth Kobart
• Timothy Fall
• Andrew Bilgore
• John Cygan
• Michael Cumpsty
• Jere Burns
• Betty White
• Christine Dunford
• Dorothy Lyman
• Lisa Kudrow
• Eric Allan Kramer
• Tom Poston
• Dick Martin
• Bill Daily
• David Drake
• Christopher Maleki
• Laura Waterbury
• Jack Kirby
• Greg Berg

• Season 1
• Episode 1: Mad Dog Returns
  USA:18 September 1992...
• Episode 2: Drawing a Blank
  USA:25 September 1992...
• Episode 3: My Daughter, My Fodder
  USA:2 October 1992...
• Episode 4: Penny for Your Thoughts
  USA:16 October 1992...
• Episode 5: Terminate Her
  USA:23 October 1992...
• Episode 6: P.C. or Not P.C.
  USA:30 October 1992...
• Episode 7: A Streetcar Named Congress Douglas
  USA:6 November 1992...
• Episode 8: Unforgiven
  USA:13 November 1992...
• Episode 9: Mad Dog on 34th Street
  USA:20 November 1992...
• Episode 10: Stone in Love
  USA:4 December 1992...
• Episode 11: The Lost Episode
  USA:11 December 1992...
• Episode 12: A Christmas Story
  USA:21 December 1992...
• Episode 13: La Sorpresa
  USA:8 January 1993...
• Episode 14: Bob and Kaye and Jerry and Patty
  USA:22 January 1993...
• Episode 15: You Can't Win
  USA:29 January 1993...
• Episode 16: Da Game
  USA:5 February 1993...
• Episode 17: The Man Who Killed Mad Dog
  USA:12 February 1993...
• Episode 18: The Phantom of AmCanTranConComCo
  USA:5 March 1993...
• Episode 19: The Man Who Broke the Bank at Our Lady of Constant Sorrow
  USA:12 March 1993...
• Episode 20: I'm Getting Remarried in the Morning
  USA:12 April 1993...
• Episode 21: Tell Them Willy Mammoth Is Here
  USA:19 April 1993...
• Episode 22: Death of an Underwear Salesman
  USA:26 April 1993...
• Episode 23: The Entertainer
  USA:3 May 1993...
• Episode 24: Neighborhood Watch
  USA:10 May 1993...
• Episode 25: Oh Where, Oh Where Has My Mad Dog Gone?
  USA:17 May 1993...
• Season 2
• Episode 1: Greetings
  USA:22 October 1993...
• Episode 2: For Pete's Sake
  USA:29 October 1993...
• Episode 3: Whose Card Is It Anyway?
  USA:5 November 1993...
• Episode 4: Speechless in Chicago
  USA:12 November 1993...
• Episode 5: Kiss and Tell
  USA:27 December 1993...
• Episode 6: Michiana Moon
  USA:1993...
• Episode 7: Have Yourself a Married Little Christmas
  USA:1993...
• Episode 8: Better to Have Loved and Flossed
  USA:1993...

• Weird Al Yankovic
• Snuff
• Zididada
• Raheem Devaughn
• No Fx
• Outkast
• Hank Snow
• Rancid
• Node
• NOFX
• Macka B
• Primus
• Dodos

Note:Al sings this song like Bob Dylan.
I, man, am regal, a German am I
Never odd or even if I had a hi-fi
Madam, I'm Adam, too hot to hoot
No lemons, no melon, too bad I hid a boot
Lisa Bonet ate no basil, Warsaw was raw
Was it a car or a cat I saw?
Rise to vote, sir, do geese see god?
"Do nine men interpret?", "Nine men," I nod
Rats live on no evil star, Won't lovers revolt now?"
Race fast safe car
Pa's a sap, Ma is as selfless as I am
May a moody baby doom a yam
Ah, Satan sees Natasha, no devil lived on
Lonely Tylenol not a banana baton
No "x" in Nixon, O, stone, be not so
O Geronimo, no minor ego
"Naomi," I moan, "A Toyota's a Toyota"
A dog, a panic in a pagoda
Oh, no! Don Ho!, Nurse, I spy gypsies-run!
Senile felines, now see bees I won
UFO tofu, we panic in a pew
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
God! A red nugget!, A fat egg under a dog!
Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog

Misterwibblegibberwibblegruntwobblegibberwibble who? Bob!
Spends his money takes his choice.
Spends his money like an arsehole.
Good money bad choice just seems to end up with a
Misterwibblegibberwibblegruntwobblegibberwibble? Bob!
Spends his money takes his choice.
Throws his money out the window.
Good money after bad.
Just seems to end up with a grunt.
Thanks to maia (mr_jiggly
hotmail.com) for these lyrics

Release date: 30. September 2002
Album: Happy Fool
(verse)
He hasn't got a single clue he a bit like me and you in surbubia-stonewashed jeans he dosen't know what he really means
(brigde)
Every single day when he walks to school every single day he try to look so cool girls on every corner call him a fool he's a regular Bob and he's got no clue
(chorus)
Hey come on now hey you gotta burn, don't fade away come on now hey you could be living from today
(verse)
He's an average teenage dude with average ways of being rude gettin in on a fake ID oh what a showoff he wants to be
(bridge)
Every single time when he shoots some pool every single time he try to act so cool girls on every corner call him a fool he's a regular Bob and he got no clue
(chorus....outro)

[Intro:]
Yo Face turn me up
Turn me up a little bit more, yeah
He probably would tell you you're beautiful
If he could talk to you
I mean, if there was no expiration date on the batteries
Look, I've never been a hater
It's never been in my nature and umm
But listen, let me hook you up 'cause
[Verse 1:]
B.O.B., B.O.B. don't say he miss you
And he don't have lips to kiss you
And he don't have hands to dip your waist
And tell you how good you taste, yeah
See B.O.B., B.O.B. can't serve you breakfast in bed
Oh no (he can't) bathe your body (he can't) rub your feet (he can't)
He can't compete with my love (so tonight) I'm commin over
[Chorus 1:]
You need that real type of love (oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah)
That can't be duplicated (I wanna serve you up)
Your body needs to be loved (loved down)
The way that God made it
See B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (oh no)
B.O.B. can't share your morning rise
B.O.B. can't stay this hard
See I can go harder than him (I'll go longer than him)
Longer than your Battery Operated Boyfriend
[Verse 2:]
I know (I know, I know)
You think that you can take B.O.B. anywhere (B.O.B. anywhere, B.O.B. anywhere)
But B.O.B. can't caress your skin
Help you stretch and bend
And if you ask all your girlfriends,
I'm sure you'll agree that B.O.B. (B.O.B.)
B.O.B. don't talk dirty to you (B.O.B. won't get verbal with you)
B.O.B. don't get all flirty with you (B.O.B. don't get freaky with you)
B.O.B. don't turn it around and make the bed bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, like I do
[Chorus 2:]
You need that real type of love (yeah, yeah)
That can't be duplicated (can't be duplicated)
Your body needs to be loved (be fruitful and multiply yeah)
The way that God made it (see I even touch myself sometimes)
See B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (B.O.B. can't kiss up on those thighs)
B.O.B. can't share your morning rise (B.O.B. can't look you in the eyes)
B.O.B. can't stay this hard (this hard yeah)
See I can go harder than him (rock hard yeah)
Longer than your Battery Operated Boyfriend
[Bridge:]
B.O.B. don't play Donny Hathaway followed by Marvin Gaye,
Followed by Sade, followed by Al Green, followed by Raheem,
Followed by Prince, followed by DeBarge, and MJB (MJB) and Jodeci (Jodeci)
Pattie Labelle (Pattie Labelle) followed by The Isley's (Maxwell),
Earth Wind and Fire (Earth Wind and Fire) and Luther Vandross
'Cause B.O.B. can't help you take them Vicky Secrets off
[Chorus 3:]
(You need a real love)
You need a real type of love (I'll be the real thing tonight)
That can't be duplicated (I won't be duplicated)
Your body needs to be loved (I got mental stimulation for you)
The way that God made it (I wanna love you like B.O.B. can't)
See B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (who's gonna kiss your thighs)
B.O.B. can't share your morning rise (who's gonna share your morning rise)
B.O.B. can't stay this hard (B.O.B. can't baby)
'Cause I can go harder than him (but I can baby yeah yeah)
Longer than your Battery Operated Boyfriend
[Chorus 4:]
(Just call on me baby)
You need a real type of love (you need that real type of love yeah yeah)
That can't be duplicated (it won't be duplicated)
Your body needs to be loved (you need a Love Experience)
The way that God made it ('cause I know)
See B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (I know)
B.O.B. can't share your morning rise (I know)
B.O.B. can't stay this hard
See I can go harder than him
Longer than your Battery Operated Boyfriend
[Chorus 5:]
You need that real type of love (love)
That can't be duplicated (if you need some real love tonight raise your hands in the air yeah yeah)
Your body needs to be loved (I said ladies)
The way that God made it (the way that God made it if you want some love)
See B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (you better know)
B.O.B. can't share your morning rise (I even touch myself sometimes)
B.O.B. can't stay this hard
See I can go harder than him

He spent fifteen years getting loaded
Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink?
The doctor said, "What were you thinkin' 'bout?"
Bob said, "That's the point,
I wasn't thinkin' 'bout nothing
Now I gotta do something else,"
OI OI OI
"To pass the time."
Had someone shave his head
Got a new identity
Sixty-two holed air cushioned boots
And a girl who rides a scooter
Gonna take him out, of town
They would get away
Riding around, as the trucks drive by
You could here the mother fuckers go...
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor tells him to
"Quit your drinkin', now's the time."
Will he ever walk the line
To all my friends, I feel just great
But will he ever walk the line
Kickin' ass and bustin' heads
Red suspenders
Once a day he shaves his head
But will he ever walk the line?
But will he ever walk the line?
But will he ever walk the line?
But will he ever walk the line?
But will he ever walk the line?

[Dre]
1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!
Inter-national, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soaken' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But this'll be the year that we won't forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses
Too hot, I'm jumpin' jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell
HOT! Get a life, now they gon' sell
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby m¨¢ma
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers, stack of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay onto it for days
Get back home, things are wrong
We're not really able to spend all alone
before he left, (?), to a ball of power
Thousands of thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breath,
believe there's always more
Ahhhhh!
Chorus: 2X
[Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
{Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huh
[Big Boi]
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there boy and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beat
Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to-the U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top)
Before you read up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fair dime out of dusty coal
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, control
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is only
A movin' like floor commin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows then block the quarters
Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in order
Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughter
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border
Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the five
I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive
When you come to A-town well you better not hide
cause the Dungeon Family gonna ride
Hah!
Chorus: 2X
[Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
[Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
{Choir} Bombs over Baghdad!
{Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huh
{Choir}
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
[Dre]
B-I-G, B-O-I
An-An-Andre
To the T-O-P
[Dre and Big Boi]: 15X
Bob your head. Rag top.
(1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)
{Choir}: 23X
Bible music. Electric revival.

Thanks for the bed and board Bob enjoyed my stay
But I got just a little bit bored Bob be on my way
So you got yourself a job Bob that's not for me
You got a house and a wife Bob but I'm still free
Remember the good ole days around the Frisco yard Bob for you they're gone
Now your wife's lookin' at me kinda hard Bob I'll move along
[ fiddle + steel ]
So you got yourself a housewife Bob and a housenote too
Reclining chairs and phone bills Bob that's not for you
I'm a headin' out LA way Bob there ain't no spare
The freight pulls out today Bob do you dare
Remember the good times down in New Orleans Bob that Cajun Queen
And your wife's lookin' at me kinda hard Bob she thinks I'm mean
[ fiddle + steel ]
Thanks for the bed and board Bob enjoyed my stay
But just forget all the top Bob bout the good ole days
Cause your wife's a little bit scared Bob you wanna be free
But you and me both know Bob you're better off than me
Remember the cold nights out on Frisco yard Bob and the hard cold ground

He spent fifteen years getting loaded
Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded
What's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink?
The doctor said, "What were you thinkin' 'bout?"
Bob said, "That's the point, I wasn't thinkin' 'bout nothing
I gotta do something else"
Oi, oi, oi
To pass the time he went and shaved his head, a new identity
Twelve holed Doctor Martin boots
And a girl who rides a scooter
Gonna take him out of town
They would get away riding around as the trucks drive by
You could here the motherfuckers go
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor tells him to quit your drinkin' all the time
Will he ever walk the line to all my friends I feel fine
But will he ever walk the line kickin' ass and bustin' heads
Red suspenders, once a day he shaves his head
But will he ever walk the line?
But will he ever walk the line?
But will he ever walk the line?
But will he ever walk the line?

Fifteen years getting loaded
Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink?
The Doc said, "What were you thinkin' 'bout?"
Bob said, "That's just the point,
I wasn't thinkin' 'bout nothing
Now I gotta do something else to pass the time."
Had someone shave his head
Got a new identity
Sixty-two holed air conditioned boots
And a girl who rides a scooter to take him out of town
They could get away
Riding around, as the trucks drive by
You could here the mother fuckers go...
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor tells him to
"Quit your drinkin', now's the time."
Will he ever walk the line
To all my friends, I feel just great
But will he ever walk the line
Kickin' ass and bustin' heads
Red suspenders
Once a day he shaves his head

He spent fifteen years getting loaded
Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink?
The doctor said, "What were you thinkin' 'bout?"
Bob said, "That's the point,
I wasn't thinkin' 'bout nothing
Now I gotta do something else,"
OI OI OI
"To pass the time."
Bob shaved his head
Got a new identity
Sixty-two holed air cushioned boots
And a girl who rides a scooter
Gonna take him out, of town
They would get away
Riding around, as the trucks drive by
You could here the mother fuckers go...
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor tells him to
"Quit your drinkin', now's the time."
Will he ever walk the line
To all my friends, I feel just great
But will he ever walk the line
Kickin' ass and bustin' heads
Red suspenders
Once a day he shaves his head
But will he ever walk the line?
But will he ever walk the line?
But will he ever walk the line?
But will he ever walk the line?

Robert Nesta Marley...mi say happy anniversary,
rastaman vibrations
higher like a lion inna zion,
we bawl out...everybody loves Bob Marley, everywhere i
go its the same old story, ppl of all nation them love
the rastaman vibrations,
everybody loves bob marley, everywhere i go its the
same old story, ppl of all nation them love the
rastaman vibrations,
Happy Anniversary to Bob Marley, 1995 he woulda been
spread reggae music internationally, over many oceans
an across many sea,
travelling round the world 1 ting that i see, everybody
knows about Bob Marley, an if dem ever find some man
pon deh moon
im sure they will know some bob marley tune
everybody loves Bob marley, everywhere i go its the
same old story, ppl of all nation them love the
Rastaman vibrations,
seh catch a fire higher, who the cap fit, a one love,
to the natural mystic
mi bawl get up stand up stand up fe you rights, no more
trouble Africa unite
chances are he'll be jammin in the rainbow country,
where the sun shines brightly, bob simmer down, him
take an exodus an fly away home, an watch them crazy
baldheads runnin away from town,
we bawl everybody loves Bob Marley, everywhere i go its
the same old story, ppl of all nation them love the
rastaman vibrations,
everywhere mi go ppl tell mi bout Bob, seh inna some
countries Bob next to God, when on a Bob record, ppl ah
hold up the man inna di air like a flag,
Bob promote the good an never promote the bad
in the musical chain bob was he was one of the main
cog,
well its about time they GRAMMY to Bob, BOB....YOU DID
A GREAT JOB!!!!!
everybody loves Bob Marley, everywhere i go its the
same old story, ppl of all nation them love the
Rastaman vibrations,
a messenger from Jah, he was doing Gods work, he spread
Rastafari all over the Earth, lyrically musically Bob
was an expert, spiritually, you shoulda seen him inna
concert,
that litle Rastaman from Jamaica 1981 he went to meet
the creator,
an now 14 years later the mans popularity is even
greater.
everybody loves Bob Marley, everywhere i go its the
same old story, ppl of all nation them love the
Rastaman vibrations, come again...everybody loves Bob
Marley, everywhere i go its the same old story, ppl of

I had a friend that took a belt, took a belt and hung himself
Hung himself in the doorway of the apartment where he lived
His woman and his little bro came home from the grocery store
Only to find him dangling in the apartment where he lived
I had a friend who shaved his head
Put his Doctor Martins on
And drew such wondrous pictures in the apartment where he lived
He praised my creativity, though he spoke sarcastically
Oh, the conversations in the apartment where he lived
I had a friend that took a belt, took a belt and hung himself
Hung himself in the doorway of the apartment where he lived
Rock, she thought him spiteful; Ler, he thought him pitiful

I've got a lot to prove, I mean to tell you
I've played the part of cool, that's what I sell you
I listen good, I listen well
You're old and you have much to tell
So come out of your quiet spell
I've heard her scream, I know she yells
I've seen it too, I know it well
So while she's gone I'll entertain you
There's not a lot that I could write about you
Your name is Bob, you smoke a pipe
That's what it amounts to
But we're the same
We all want peace
We're victims of the same disease
You deal with her, I'll deal with these
You sit and stare off into space
You've got much more to think than say
I know you won't
But you want to
You spend your time, you spend my life
stuck in your room
I take it hard because I tried
To get you out to
To have a stroll, to have a talk
About your world, about the laws
That keep you stuck, that keep you locked
I know it's hard for you to change
Before we part our separate ways
You need to know