Hey Bobby

K. T. Oslin


Hey Bobby
Would you like to go for a ride in the country with me
I’m celebrating
You see the four-wheel beauty you’re leaning on
Well it finally belongs to me
I never owned a car before
And I never picked a boy up
At his own front door
It’ll be a red-letter day
If you’ll come out and play in the country with me
Hey Bobby
We’ll ride a little ways down 299
To a lovely little spot I found
It’s on a hilltop
We can park in the shade and dance on the ground
To a radio station where the hits don’t ever stop
Watch the sun go down, see the moon rise up
Drink a champagne toast in a plastic cup
Rock the night away
Looking at stars, talking about cars, Bobby and me

(Hey Bobby
Do ya’ wanna huh
Do ya’ wanna huh huh
Do ya’

Watch the sun go down see the moon rise up
Drink a champagne toast in a plastic cup
In future times to be when you need a good memory
Bobby think about me
Hey Bobby