Bob Al was a man of the Nile. A fez on his and a whole lot of style. Shady Rashan liked to and to rob And one day without being He killed Bob (And that right.) right in the street Bob lay at Shady's feet And everyone stared, no one to compete. Nobody dared to compete. cared when Bob died Nobody cared to try and him Hey away pretend like Bob was never there to Shady, Bob had a bro who loved him dearly Bob had a bro who loved him is on his way. Chuck Al was a man of the sands A fez on his and a gun in his hands. He had thirty in a black bandolier, A in his sock, and a bug in his ear. Bad news fast, so did Chuck, so they say. For what did Chuck would make Shady pay. Chuck Al was on his way. Nobody cared Bob died Nobody to try and save him Hey look pretend like Bob was never there to Shady, Bob had a bro who loved him dearly Bob had a bro who loved him is on his way. Shady was afraid: he paid assassins to his ass And they sharpened up swords, Hawked and roared until Chuck arrived. Slowly across the dunes he on a camel hard as enamel. He didn't for an invitation, He out his gun and used it well. Well, Chuck spent his slugs on the thugs and them dead. He then took his sword and he lopped (ha ha ha) off heads. Shady hurled himself at Chuck's feet Begging for to please let him go free. But Chuck lit his bomb and he blew up Bob was a brother, you see. Nobody cared Bob died Nobody cared to try and him Hey look pretend like Bob was never there to Shady, Bob had a bro who loved him dearly Bob had a bro who him dearly is on his way. is on his way, hey.