“Whatcha Namin’ Dat Babeey”
Spreading Oak Records
Well, Mollie & Greg got murried
up by the Frisco bay
she was a writer and he was an artist
but somehow they both got paid
They took a little trip down the highway,
headed for the town of LA
they rented a joint by the Hubbardites,
and had barbecues all day
One afternoon they was driving,
over by the Franklin Hills
and bought a big house with a raccoon pond
and all the nice fish got killed
(bridge)
Then molli got a secret assignment
They sent her off to ‘Nam
But she took a little trip to the monastery,
And the swami sang her a song
(chorus)
He said, ‘Ladeeey, don’t be
Lazeey,
Go back to california,
Have yourself a
Babeey
He said, ‘Ladeeey, don’t be
Lazeey,
Go back to california,
Have yourself a
Babeey
(verse)
Now greg he couldn’t believe it,
When he heard what the mullah said,
So he hunkered down to paint in the garage,
Listening to ‘love and theft’
He knew just what was coming,
He knew he was in for a chore,
And the next three years they’d be up all night,
Changing diapers and mopping the floor
(bridge)
‘Cause they’d heard when yer growin’ a baby,
You both get mean and weird
But she was doin’ yoga and hiking up mountains,
Greg quit drinkin’ beer
(chorus)
And we said, ‘Ladeey, we’re
Goin’ crazeeey,
Just lay it on down now,
Whatcha namin’ that
Babeey?
And we said, ‘Greggie, we’re
Goin’ crazeeey,
Just lay it on down now,
Whatcha namin’ that
Babeey?
(horrible end)
Is it
Charley or Jar Jar,
Pfeiffer or Thigpen,
Dweezil or Lemur
or Little baby Big Ben
Antonio
Sideshow Joe
Flippy or Ian
please not Russell Crowe
Danny or Sweet Pea,
George W. Picket,
Pablo Picasso
or Lemony Snicket?
Gumby or Theodore
Elvis or Skidmore
Homer or Moses,
Solomon or POTUS,
—
Or could it be Kobe?
Please let it be Kobe
Need a little Kobe
Give Us the Kobe!
KOBE KOBE KOBE KOBE KOBE KOBE
(c) 2002 Name Him Kobe Productions