SORRY BOB BLUES - Policeman caught us doin' ninety-five. Me, I'm just tryin' to survive. So why don't you just shut up and drive, and let me do the talking. You see, Johnny, he had a gun. He said he was lookin' for some fun. Me, I just wanted to run, but the seatbelt kept me fastened. Sorry Bob for what I done. I didn't mean to steal your tongue. Been listenin' to ya from day one, but I know it's plagerisim. Slide that bottle underneath the seat. I think I hear the State Trooper's feet. He's lookin' for a score to complete, and he ain't in no hurry. As the state trooper started to pass, Johnny floored it. He gave it the gas. And my lunch was coming up fast. I shouldn't have had the special. Just as we were startin' to go, Tom Petty came on the radio. Johnny's attention started to slow, and the trooper saw his moment. Tom was playin' on the box. Big John's favorite, he thinks it rocks. That was all that was needed for the cops. They took his ass to prison. Sorry Tom for stealin' your riff. Tried it myself. I don't have the gift. My ride is gone. Could I have a lift? I promise to be quiet.
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