Bimbo, Bimbo, where ya gonna go-e-o? Bimbo, Bimbo, whatcha gonna do-e-o? Bimbo, Bimbo, does your mommy know That you're goin' down the road to see a little girly o? Bimbo is a little boy who's got a million friends And every time he passes by, they all invite him in He'll clap his hands, and sing and dance, and talk his baby talk With a hole in his pants and his knees stickin' out He's just big enough to walk Bimbo, Bimbo, where ya gonna go-e-o? Bimbo, Bimbo, whatcha gonna do-e-o? Bimbo, Bimbo, does your mommy know That you're goin' down the road to see a little girly o? Bimbo's got two big blue eyes that light up like a star And the way to light them up is to buy him candy bars Cracker Jack and bubblegum will start his day off right All the girlies follow him just a-beggin' him for a bite Bimbo, Bimbo, candy on your face-e-o Bimbo, Bimbo, chewin' on your gummy o Bimbo, Bimbo, when you gonna grow? Everybody loves you, little baby Bimbio You never catch him sittin' still, he's just the rovin' kind Although he's just a little boy, he's got a grown-up mind He's always got a shaggy dog a-pullin' at his clothes And everybody calls to him as down the street he goes Bimbo, Bimbo, where ya gonna go-e-o? Bimbo, Bimbo, whatcha gonna do-e-o? Bimbo, Bimbo, does your mommy know That you're goin' down the road to see a little girly o? Bimbo, Bimbo, Bimbo, Bimbo Bimbo, Bimbo, Bimbo, Bimbo Bimbo, Bimbo-

You think you're special And you're a standard guy I'm gonna tell you You're nothing but a standard guy You are a standard, standard White's the Bimbo Standard bimbo man They call me the white, white, white, white bimbo man I wear a white hat A white shoes I sip Manhattan's But not for the booze (not for the booze) I hear hip music Ain't got the blues (ain't got the blues) Fist in my pocket Don't want to lose (don't want to lose) I try so hard Let me be smart Look at myself in the window of a drug store Look in my eyes Look at myself in the window of a toy store Well, ain't got the size Never ever gonna be Never ever gonna be Never ever gonna be oh, oh, oh, oh Standard, that's all I really am Special, I am my only fan That's so hard for me to take Silly to walk around a fake Bimbo, bimbo (oh, it's sad) This is bimbo man (it drives me mad) Bi-bi-bi-bi-bi bi-bi-bi-bi-bi bi-bi-bimbo (oh, oh, it's sad) Why bimbo man (it drives me mad) Why it's the bimbo, standard bimbo (oh, oh, it's sad) Why it's the bimbo man (it drives me mad) Why it's the bimbo, standard bimbo (oh, oh, it's sad) Why it's the bimbo man (it drives me mad) Special, that's all I wanna be Standard, oh what a silly me Something really special That's what I wanna be No standard, oh what a silly me Look at myself in the window of a drug store Well, ain't got the size Look at myself in the window of a toy store Look in my eyes Never ever gonna be (Bimbo, bimbo, he's hip) I wear a white hat (Bimbo, bimbo man) white gloves, white shoes (Bimbo, bimbo) I saw her dance (He's the bimbo man) not for the blues I (bimbo, bimbo, bi-bi-bi-bi-bimbo) Don't wanna be (don't be the bimbo man) The standard guy (bimbo, bimbo, bi-bi-bi-bi-bimbo) The standard guy (he's the bimbo man) Standard guy Look at myself in the window of a drug store Well, ain't got the size Look at myself in the window of a toy store Look in my eyes Never ever gonna be (Bimbo, bimbo, he's hip) I hear hip music (Bimbo, bimbo, bimbo man) ain't got the blues (Why it's the bimbo) fist in my pocket (Bimbo, bimbo man) I don't wanna lose I, I (standard bimbo) try so hard (bimbo, bimbo, Bimbo man) Oh, please (why it's the bimbo) Oh, please (bimbo, bimbo) I wanna be smart (why it's the bimbo)

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