You never catch him sittin' still, he's just the rovin' kind,
Altho' 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 girl-e-o
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Ah, Jim Reeves. Nice.
Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone
Let's pretend that we are together all alone.
I'm singing this to Richard.
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