Suggested by a conversation at Devoted & Disgruntled, and inspired by an unbelievable man.
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Bob Slayer, Bob Slayer, mad as a badger, always drunk
Bob Slayer, Bob Slayer, sly as a fox, built like a hunk
Bob Slayer, Bob Slayer, always on hand with a cheeky grin
Bob Slayer, Bob Slayer, broke his neck in a wheelie bin
He once rode horses up and down and sometimes round and round
But then he tasted mash, the effect was quite profound
Took to the road as the manager of a band of some renown
Inside a double decker bus is where he can be found
Bob Slayer, Bob Slayer, could have stepped straight out of Spinal Tap
Bob Slayer, Bob Slayer, you can spot him by his driver's cap
Bob Slayer, Bob Slayer, give him a hand and a big beer oh
Bob Slayer, Bob Slayer, Bludabus Bob is my hero
Robert Wells is a dabbler and a potterer residing in South London. This started as a challenge to write a new song every month (hence the name). He is also an actor, artist, technician and librarian.