Little Bobby Cougah, they said :'He's good for nothin''
They fired him from his day job :Got no future comin''
But they didn't recognise it
For he had something goin'
Fools! They never had the mind to hear his saxaphone blowin'
Chorus
He's got the taxman runnin' when he's out moonlightin'
Spends his day time loafin' then he's a huffin' and a puffin'
He's really lovin' livin' now he's a happy soul
He's a rollin' and a rockin ' signin' on the dole
In the good times the sax it was a howlin'
When things were hard the two of 'em were growlin'
And Bobby never hit the big time
although he dreamed he would do someday
But life goes on and he 'signs right here' every other Monday
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