My Buddy Bobby
let me tell you bout my buddy Bobby
who's wife cheated on him for a hobby
around the dock she did rome
when ever Bobby wasn't home
then sometimes when he'd be in bed
she'd sneek out and give a guy H___
it was kinda ironic for all that she had done
the name of thier boat was mutual fun
well boats tied up no one at home
alway violating the no wake zone
like the guy from new york
on his sailboat she did pork
then one time at a late night hour
Raymond had his way with her on the tuna tower
then she didn't come home from a boat ride with Floyd
an you could tell that Bobby was anoyed
when she came to me it was more than I could bare
bobby was my Buddy and I couldn't go there
well finaly Bobby caught her one day
on a boat with AJ
Bobby was a mess of sort
so he took his wife to court
well the judge apolijized for his bad taste
he couldn't hear my buddy Bobby case
for old Bobby didn't know what to do
the dog gone judge had slept with her too!
by Capt. Mike
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