Lyrics:

2011


There is a band, man
A famous top hand
Who hails from down ol' Texas way
From Oklahoma,

From do-wa-di-de
To New York City
You heard him hollar when he played

Folks play the jukebox
And write to disc jocks
Truck drive, deep sea divers,
They ask, they say

What makes Bob hollar
What makes Bob hollar
When I asked Bob, he explained this way

And he said, 'Well, when my little sweetie pie
In a mis skirt twirls by
And rolls those big blue eyes
Aww, I hollar

And when some pretty chick
Says she loves my fiddle licks
Well, now then, that can do the trick
Awwh, I hollar

That makes Bob hollar
And when Bob hollars
It makes you feel so happy and gay, Ok

What makes Bob hollar
You can bet your bottom dollar
Its just because he feels that way

That makes Bob hollar
And when Bob hollars
It makes you feel so happy and gay, Ok

What makes Bob hollar
You can bet your bottom dollar
Its just because he feels that way
And he hollars cause he loves to play