Lyrics
Why does everything have to be "us"?
Is there no "me" left? I don't trust
Why can't there be something just for me?
Is that so selfish, is that so mean?
You know I couldn't tell her my code
Indication of trust I forego
It's eating me up inside I feel like I could die
Bosco baby, Bosco baby, she's my Bosco baby, yeah
Bosco baby, I think I'm gonna tell her tonight
I'm a portly fellow long in the waistband
My pleasure's chocolate milk in the wasteland
Leapin' Larry's gonna lose his store
Man in the ATM can't seem to open the door
Bosco baby, Bosco baby, she's my Bosco baby, yeah
Bosco baby, I think I'm gonna tell her tonight
Bosco, you know the chocolate syrup
Bosco, the kind that's hard to stir up
Bosco, my dark master the cocoa bean
Bosco, no second-rate Ovaltine or Nestlé Quick
You know Hershey's makes me sick
Not cravin' a salty snack no, no, no
To tell you the truth I've got a sweet tooth, honey
Bosco baby, Bosco baby, she's my Bosco baby, yeah
Bosco baby, I think I'm gonna tell her tonight