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Bob Loblaw

There's a grocery chain in Canada Known by the name of Loblaw's That in itself isn't anything special Till owners named their son after grandpa Their poor son was blessed by his parents Didn't think very hard these Loblaws Baptized their son Robert that's silly Bob Loblaw, blah blah blah! Like someone is incessantly babbling on Making absolutely totally no sense Bob Loblaw is quite an intelligent man Bob Loblaw, blah blah blah! His name makes him sound like a total idiot When introducing himself to a newbie Hard as he tries to pronounce each syllable Can't say it without sounding goofy Poor Bob will take his name to the grave Can you see the inscription on his headstone? How can anyone be sombre while visiting Imagine how it sounds on the telephone... Hello, this is Bob Loblaw, blah blah blah!

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