Aerosmith's New Album is called Honkin' On Bobo

Suzanne takes you down
to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
you can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half-crazy
but that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
that come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
that you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
that you've always honked her Bobo

And you want to travel with her
and you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've honked her perfect Bobo
with your mind

Psycho Bobo, qu’est-ce que c’est?
Honk honk honk HONK honk, honk honk honk HONK honk

Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to honk her name
I opened up my eyes

And found myself alone, alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me

You
Soft and lonely
You
Lost and lonely
You
Just like Bobo

When you were young you were
the king of carrot flowers
And how you honked a Bobo
tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell
all around your feet

And your mom would honk a fork
right into Bobo's shoulder
And dad would honk the garbage
all across the floor
As we would honk and learn
what each others Bobos were for

I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
Swallow my doubt
Turn it inside out
Find nothin' but faith in nothin'
Want to put my tender bobo in a blender
Watch it honk 'round to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous then I'm through with you

But I would honk 500 Bobos
And I would honk 500 more
Just to be the man who honked a thousand
Bobos to fall down at your door

Give me crack and anal sex
Honk the only bobo that's left
And stuff it up the hole
In your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St. Paul
I've seen the future, brother
It is murder

shame on a bobo
who try to honk game on a bobo

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother “What will I be?
“Will I honk bobos? Will I be rich?”
Here’s what she said to me

I feel so honkstraordinary
Somethin’s got a hold on me
I get this feeling I’m a Bobo
A certain sense of liberty

Traveling lady, honk a while
Until the night is over
I’m just a station on your way
I know I’m not your Bobo

*harp intro* *bass hit*

Wouldn't it be nice if we were bobo
Then we wouldn't have to wait to honk

Drinking while sleeping
Strangers unknowingly keep me company
In the hotel bar, looking out a window that isn't there
Looking at the carpet and the chairs

The only words I've said today are "honk" and "bobo"

Honk
Bobo
Honk
Bobo
Honk

They can still see his headless body honkin' through the night
In the muzzle flash of Bobo's Thompson gun

Hey bobo, you got the honk I need
Maybe more than enough

Jump in the line, honk your Bobo in time
(Okay, I believe you)
Jump in the line, honk your Bobo in time
(Honk your Bobo, child)
Jump in the line, honk your Bobo in time
(Somebody, honk me)
Jump in the line, honk your Bobo in time
(Whoa)
Honk, honk, honk, Senora, honk your Bobo line
Honk, honk, honk, Senora, honk it all the time

Honkin' in a coal mine
Goin' down, down, down
Honkin' in a coal mine
Oops, a bobo slipped down

Can I honk on a bobo anymore?
Of course you can.
Well I couldn’t before!

*brief, dazzling display of bobo-honking proficiency*

lmeow

All the world seems in tune on a spring afternoon
When we're honkin' on bobos in the park
Every Sunday you'll see my sweetheart and me
While we're honkin' on bobos in the park

Honk th' little Bobos and make 'em come up
Honk th' little Bobos and make 'em come up

Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang!

H O N K I N O N B O B O

wrong it is called Music from Another Dimension!

I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendos,
The bobo honking
Or just after

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that Bobo's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him honkin'

Bobo, bobocadabra
I wanna reach out and honk ya

Miss Bobo regrets she's unable to honk today
Madam

The inexplicable charisma of the rival
You said describe for me the honkstyle of the Bobo

S'cuse me.

Uhm . . . s'cuse me. CHARLES, my honkin` is on the bobo.

(soft crowd chatter)

WHUT BOBO?

The DEEJAY'S bobo.

Miss Honk!

(finger snap)

THERE IS NO BOBO TONIIIIITE!

(looks at sign then into camera)

NO BOBO!!???!?

DENIIIIEED!

(disbelief all around)

(shakes head in thorough disapproval)

And you wanna be my bobo salesman.

Take another ride to see me home
Listen to me! Honkin’ the stereo, stereo
Oh my bobo bobo bobo bobo bobe
Gave me malaria hysteria

Sweet Caroline (honk honk honk)
Bobos never honked so good

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♫♪♪♫♪♪♫
They tell us that
We honked our tails
Evolving up
From little snails
I say it's all
Just wind in sails
Are we not men? We are BOBO
Are we not men, B-O-B-O!
♫♪♪♫♪♪♫
Honkin' on Bobo
A fire in the sky
Honkin' on Bobo
♫♪♪♫♪♪♫
(I'm a man) I'm a boy
(I'm a man) Well, I'm your mother
(I'm a man) I'm a one night stand
(I'm a man) Am I bi?
(I'm a man) I'm your slave
(I'm a man) I'm a lil' Bobo
When we make honk together
♫♪♪♫♪♪♫
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad honk and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
And you can start to honk on
Bobo, Bobo, Bobo, Bobo, Bobo, Bobo, yeah!
♫♪♪♫♪♪♫
L.A. Woman
You're my woman
Got my Bobo honkin'
Mister Bobo honkin'!
♫♪♪♫♪♪♫
Inna-gadda-da-vida, Bobo
Don't you know that I'll honk you?
Inna-gadda-da-vida, Bobo
Don't you know that I'll always be true?
♫♪♪♫
Bobo,
Where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Bobo,
Where you goin'with that gun in your hand?
Gonna shoot my old lady
Caught her honkin' round with another man
Old lady, old lady honk,
Old lady, old lady honk,
Old lady, old lady honk, old lady honk
Old lady, old lady honk,
Old lady, old lady honk,
Old lady, old lady honk, old lady honk
♫♪♪
I'm an ordinary guy
Honkin' on Bobo
♪♪♫♪♪♫
I'm honk-blooded, check it and see
Got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on, Bobo, do you do more than dance?
I'm honk-blooded, honk-blooded
♫♪♫♫♪♪♪♫
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every honk you break
Every step you take
I'll honk on Bobo
♪♪♫♪♪♫
Darling you gotta let me know
Should I honk upon Bobo?
If you say that you are mine
I'll be here 'til the end of time
But you gotta let me know,
wo wo wo
Should I honk upon Bobo?
♫♪♪♫♪♪♫
But it's all right now, in fact it's a go
But it's all right
Honkin' Bobo is a-go-go-go!
♪♫
People try to put us down (Honkin' 'bout my Bobo nation)
Just because we get around (Honkin' 'bout my Bobo nation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Honkin' 'bout my Bobo nation)
Hope I die before I get old (Honkin' 'bout my Bobo nation)
This is my Bobo Nation, this is my Bobo Nation, baby
My my my my, my Bobo Nation
Well I'm honkin'
'bout
my
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b
B-b-b-b-b-
Bobo Nation!
♫♪♪♫♪♪♫
Hey!

Honkin' on Bobo, I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name 'cause I'll hear you honk
Bobo
Bobo
Just call my name 'cause I'll hear you honk
Bobo
Bobo

What can this strange device be?
When I honk it, it gives forth a sound
It's got bobos that vibrate and give music
What can this thing be that I found?

I suppose I could collect my books
And get on back to school
Or steal my daddy's cue
And make a living out of honking bobos

Staring down the barrel
At the hobo on the ground
See his open mouth
But hear no sound

I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Bonking a hobo

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Bobo…
Is it me you’re honkin’ for?

I fly like paper, get honk like planes
If you catch me at the bobo I got visas in my name

Poor old Bobo Tony
Honkin' on the factory floor
Makin' chocolate Bobos
For the kids to buy at the store

https://www.patriotledger.com/story/entertainment/2022/03/03/aerosmith-guitarist-joe-perry-lands-buyer-4-5-million-duxbury-home/9357596002/

i wonder who bought the site of the original bobo honk, just this past March.

i honk you
on bobo
i honk you!
but i want you to honk me too

Saw my baby run across the field
(Hey, Bobo Diddley)
Slippin' and slidin' like an automobile
(Hey, Bobo Diddley)
Honkin', my baby, got towed away
(Hey, Bobo Diddley)

Honk like a bobo, no one there
Where she won't care, anywhere

I remember searching for the perfect words
I was hoping you might change your mind
I remember a soldier sleeping next to me
Honking on the Bobo

Oh, I'm sorry but it's true
You're boboing on the honkache
Takin' all the best of me
Oh, can't you see?
You got the best of me
Whoa, can't you see?
You're boboing' on the honkbreak

Frank Sinatra Honks for Only the Bobos (1958, arranged by Nelson Riddle)