Bob Mould Hates Me - Mold

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Phil new Bob

Back in '82

Bob made records

For Husker Du

We were in a band

Acid Chicken was its name

Bob said he’d help us

Didn’t know we were so lame

A date was set

Bob to produce

To make play

What was the use?

Bob showed up

And Bob was dissed

Couldn’t keep my mouth shut

Now Bob is pissed!

Bob don’t hate me!

It’s a monkey on my back!

Bob don’t hate me!

I showed up late

Every day

Let Bob use my guitar

But I told him how to play

Spilled beer on the board

Drank his lemonade

Made him play the piano parts

From San Arcade

I’m sorry!

Said I hated Land Speed

And everything falls apart

Said I hated Warehouse

But I like Grant Hart

Ate his Chinese food

Said his belly was big

Dropped an amp on his foot

Made him flip his wig

I’m sorry!

I’m sorry!

Bob don’t hate me!

It’s a monkey on my back!

Bob don’t hate me!

Bob don’t hate me!

It’s a monkey on my back!

Bob don’t hate me!

Hey Bob, uh, do you think you could make us sound like Soul Asylum?

Are we, like, the best band you’ve ever produced?

Um, the last part