He’s hot, so you can’t shake his hand He said his name was Bob the Efreet Anything you need is in the pants
He’s the wackiest merchant in the land You make a deal, but it doesn’t feel complete He’s hot, so you can’t shake his hand
He has those birds made out of sand And any breads that are made from wheat Anything you need is in the pants
His store is flashy, neon and grand And his pants are infinitely deep He’s hot, so you can’t shake his hand
If you’re a jousting knight he can give you a lance His purple body radiates heat Anything you need is in the pants
He’ll bring out a stereo if you want to dance Or lots of interesting people to meet He’s hot, so you can’t shake his hand Anything you need is in the pants