Rob The Sun

(I am the cheese)
(I am the cheese)
(I am the cheese)
(I am the cheese)
(I am the cheese) the rest of me history
(I am the cheese)
(I am the cheese) give me the weed
(I am the cheese)
(I am the cheese) smoking
(I am the cheese) on the beach
(I am the cheese) on the beach
Rob the Sun (bleak, bleak, bleak)
Rob the Sun (bleak, bleak, bleak)
Like father, like son (bleak, bleak, bleak)
Like father, like son (bleak, bleak, bleak)
(Rob the son is)
The poodle, my friend
Can’t we all be the descend
My biggest part 
Is my head
The other is my arms
Not the back of me
Not the back of me
(Rob the son is)
Rob the Sun (bleak, bleak, bleak)
Rob the Sun (bleak, bleak, bleak)
Like father, like son (bleak, bleak, bleak)
Like father, like son (bleak, bleak, bleak)
(Rob the son is)
To die alone in paradise
To die alone in mega-fees
The time to believe
Is the time to die without complain
You will not have to be
The type of guy you used to be
And the rest of me is history
(Rob the Son is all)
Rob the Son is leaving town today
All I could say is:
“Hip, Hip, Horray! Rob can give me
His flat screen TV.”
I’m laying on the bed
Thinking the world has past
My life is still going on
My wife in dress
What was I thinking in my head?
The blood is red
Happy lives are instead
The lie I said
Well… I can’t lose now
No I can’t lose now
What is love?
This is love!
(I am the cheese)
(I am the cheese)
(I am the cheese)
(I am the cheese)
(I am the cheese) the rest of me history
(I am the cheese)
(I am the cheese) give me the weed
(I am the cheese)
(I am the cheese) smoking
(I am the cheese) on the beach
(I am the cheese) on the beach
Rob the Sun (bleak, bleak, bleak)
Rob the Sun (bleak, bleak, bleak)
Like father, like son (bleak, bleak, bleak)
Like father, like son (bleak, bleak, bleak)
(Rob the son is)
Cut it!
Category:Songs by Jeff Bolton