The song Bob George is performed by Prince in the album named The Black Album in the year 1994 .
Gal, let me see ya dance
New coat, huh?
That's nice, did you buy it?
Yeah, right
You seein' that rich motherf**ker again
You know who I'm talkin' about
That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Don't try to play me for yesterday's fool
'Cuz I'll slap your a*s into the middle of next week
I'm sorry baby, that's the rules
I pay the rent in this raggedy motherf**ker
And all you do is s*ck up food and eat
Say what? Oh yeah?
For someone who can't stand them TV dinners
You sure eat enough of them motherf**kers
Who bought you that diamond ring?
Yeah right, since when did you have a job?
You seeing that rich motherf**ker again
What's his name? Bob? Bob, ain't that a bitch?
What's he do for a living? Manage rock stars?
Who, Prince? Ain't that a bitch?
That skinny motherf**ker with the high voice?
Please, who do I look like baby? Yesterday's fool?
Don't you know I will kill you now?
You're f**kin' right, I gotta gun
You think I don't? Then what's this?
Oh, you quiet now, uh uh
Little? Yeah right, it might be little but it's loud
Yeah, right, uh uh
Now put that suitcase down and go in there
And put on that wig I bought you, no, no no, no
The reddish-brown one, Bob, ain't that a bitch?
Oh, gotcha, got ya
Hey Bob, if you're out there, let me see you dance
You said you was funky, c'mon, c'mon
Ain't that a bitch? Bob
Come out with your hands up, I'll kick your a*s
This is your last warning, think I won't?
Oh no, the nigger's got a laser
Let's get the hell out of here
Is Mr. George home? Hello, Mr. George?
This is your conscience, motherf**ker
Why don't you leave motherf**kers alone?
What's wrong with you?
Well, why can't we just dance?
Why can't we just dance?
No, f**k that, f**k that
I don't talk about you, I don't talk about you
[Incomprehensible] yo little almond shaped head a*s
Who the f**k do you think this is?
I'll kick your a*s, twice
Bob, if you're out there
Let me see you dance
You said you were funky, c'mon
B O B, spell the shit backwards, what'd it say
Same motherf**kin' shit
Turn it out, Bob, ain't that a bitch?