"We're All Slobs at Wob's"  Parental Advisory genre: General Comedy
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	Professor moonlights the graveyard shift at Wob Beston's, Berkinsville's 24 hour gas and puke.
	CD: A Whole Mess o' Fess   Label: Hedonist House Credits: Festus: Vocals, Hec: Guitar, backup vocals, Buck: Bass, backup vocals, Berk: Drums, backup vocals
	Story Behind the Song Adnoids moonlights at a 24 hour Gas Station on the corner of North Pimple and Deadwood. The owner is a drunken redneck. But hey, the gang hangs out there anyway. Lyrics Ahhh... that's wrong. Ok you show me where to come in. Ok I'll go. Let's see how this sounds. Out here on the North side of town, Is a boss service station that'll never let you down, It's called Wob Beston's and it's really kinda neat, `Cause all the cheif mechanics are just bums off the street. We're all slobs at Wob's, We're all slobs at Wob's, We're all slobs at Wob's, We're all slobs at Wob's. Now Wob don't think that his workers are the best, or he wouldn't put the fuckers through a lie detector test, There's eighty bucks gone from the till every night, And Wob don't think that that's very outta sight. We're all slobs at Wob's, We're all slobs at Wob's, We're all slobs at Wob's, We're all slobs at Wob's. All the slobs at Wob's think Wob's a fucking crook, `Cause he writes big numbers in his little checkbook, When they finally get their checks and they go to get `em cashed, The lady at the window says 'Blow it out yer ass!' We're all slobs at Wob's, We're all slobs at Wob's, We're all slobs at Wob's, We're all slobs at Wob's. Now all the slobs at Wob's say he ain't a bad dude, `Cause when he's out pumpin' gas he's usually stark raving nude, It's obvious that Wob don't like the cops, `Cause the piece of shit tires that he sells `em pop. Now Wob shouldn't give his slob's a key, `Cause they get gas, oil, tires and shocks for free, Wob's is the station that's open all night, But around twelve o'clock they turn out the light. We're all slobs at Wob's, We're all slobs at Wob's, We're all slobs at Wob's, We're all slobs at Wob's. We're the slobs. Now Wob never was really big with the kids, Cause of all the stupid fucking shit that he did, One of the kids be laughing at one of his jokes, And catch a monkey wrench between their bicycle spokes. Now Wob gives directions in a special kinda way, And it's funny how the person's always back the next day, When you ask to get to Kansas and you wind up in LA, You come back screaming 'Wob, you sent me the wrong way!'. You can sit in line and ring the bell all fucking day, `Cause you really can't gas there anyway. Yeah. Some people say that Wob's the best in the state, You can sure as hell bet their cars run great. But Wob's worked hard for the slobs at the station, And someday he hopes he's the best in the nation. We're all slobs at Wob's, We're all slobs, Slobby! Wobbys slobs. We're the slobs. (optional cheesy hollywood ending) But Wob's worked hard for the slobs at the station, And someday he hopes he's the best in the nation. We're all slobs at Wob's, We're all slobs at Wob's We're all slobs, Slob, slob, slob. Slobby! Wobbys slobs. We ah... weeha! We're the slobs.

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