Eat Shit Bob!

We went to court

Against the world's worst sport

And learned important lessons on the way

We spoke with perfect candor

And got accused of slander

'Cause Bob Murray wants to make us pay

So even though he'll threaten legal Armageddon

We have just one tiny thing to say

Bob Murray can go fuck himself today!

Ladies and gentlemen

To help me better respond to Bob Murray's complete bullshit

Please, welcome to the show The Suck My Balls, Bob Dancers!

Murray, Murray, Murray, Murray

Hey, Bob, watch this

He went to the Louvre and spit in Mona Lisa's face

Filled a rocket with puppies and he shot it into space

He bludgeoned Nancy Kerrigan

And watched her cry for fun (why?)

He murdered Archduke Ferdinand

And started World War One!

That's right, if we discuss Bob Murray

In a way no reasonable person

Could construe as factual, we can say whatever the fuck we like

So come on everyone, let's head to the streets

Ah

Murray, wow!

He'll stroll into a stranger's home and jizz right in their Wheaties

He watches Steel Magnolias and roots for diabetes

He wrote the Macarena and he dots his I's with hearts

And even worse, he likes to blame

Malala for his farts!

Hey, what's the big idea?

We're using protected speech to tell Bob Murray to eat shit!

Bob Murray? Is that the guy who dipped his balls in my hot dog water?

That's exactly who I'm talking about!

Can I bring my cart?

It's not ideal

It'll be fine if I leave it here right?

I don't know

Murray, Murray

He doesn't like Tom Hanks

He cut off Van Gogh's ear

Told Hitler to quit painting and to find a new career

He masturbates to Schindler's List

Old Yeller makes him hard

He was Cosby's drug supplier

Jeffrey Epstein's prison guard

Stop, everybody, please

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

John, as HBO's legal counsel, please stop

I have something very important to say

One day at the M&M Store

Bob Murray walked through the door

He wasn't wearing pants that day

His dick and balls on full display

(Full display)

He grabbed M&M's from a bowl

And crammed them up his (anal hole)

He spread his buttcheeks far and wide

He told the tourists to look inside (look inside?)

He said: My rectum's full of treats

Reach in there and grab some sweets

(Grab some sweets)

These are all real things Bob Murray did

See you in court, fuckface

Look, it's Mr. Nutterbutter

We're singing about Bob Murray

I believe you've heard of him?

You mean the Zodiac Killer?

That's the one!

Well, my friends and I have a little something to say about him

Bob, Bob Murray is a furry

Putting aside our personal quarrel

The man fucks

Squirrels

The man fucks squirrels

Eat shit, Bob

Eat shit, Bob

Hey, I know where we should go

Ooh, aah

Murray, Murray

Eat shit, Bob and

Hey, Bob

Is this is as bad as you feared?

It doesn't count as

Slander

'Cause it's way too weird

We made up these anecdotes

They're silly and insane

We could go on and on and on

And on and on and on and on

But we will stop this song, who knows

We may have fried your brains

So eat

Shit

Bob

Yow