Woorden: Christine Anderson. Bobby Hunter.

Hey, Bobby Hunter, little Bobby Hunter
What's your confusion today?
Tell me your story, I find it really fascinating
Watching how hard you play
And how you tell me that you
Want only me, love only me
You couldn't tell me how much if you tried
But since you blister my heart
Rip my sucers apart
I think I'm more than qualified to


Kill, kill, kill, just for the thrill
Little Bobby Hunter dead on a hill
No more confusion, Bobby, no more doubt
I just hope that you are glad that I could
Help you out


Hey, Bobby Hunter, little Bobby Hunter
With whom have you been drinking tonight
Since you're selfish and you live in fear
You tell me what I want to hear
But I know your story ain't right
So, hey, Bobby Hunter, little Bobby Hunter
With whom have you been drinking today?
You owe me for the heartache
The lies that you've told me
And I think they time's come to pay... so


Kill, kill, kill, just for the thrill
Little Bobby Hunter dead on a hill
No more confusion, Bobby, no more doubt
I just hope that you are glad that I could
Help you out



Do you think I'm serious?
Love is so mysterious
Things get quite precarious
You're going down, down, down

It's a pity, Bobby Hunter
Pretty witty Bobby Hunter
Your stories, baby, I see right through
You don't think that I analyze
Enough to know you're telling lies
Well, surprise, I know when you do
You say you feel confusion
I know that you're just schmoozin'
I'm too enraged to hear what you gotta say
And, baby, I can't control it
You're gonna bite the bullet
Let me help take the confusion away


Kill, kill, kill, just for the thrill
Little Bobby Hunter dead on a hill
Whoah, whoah, whoah, watch Bobby go
It's slipping like a serpent from him oh so slow
Bang, bang, bang, it was the thing
No more excuses, Bobby, no more pain
No more confusion, baby, no more doubt
I just hope that you are glad that I could
Help you out