Oh, Hear This Bob Barker
I Wrote A Song For You
About A Nice Old Game Show Called Price
With Hair As White As Snow
Your Words Of Teasing People
You Could Pin Adam Sandler To The Floor
Put A Few More People On

Here He Comes
Here He Comes
Here He Comes Again
The Same Grey Haired Man
From A Door With Crazy Lights
He'll Grab A Microphone That's Thin
As He Comes On Like A Friend
But A Couple Of Games
From Your Old Game Show
Could Send Me Home Again

You Have Skin Cancer Now And Get Well Soon
At Least A Picture On My Wall
And You Stand Behind A Million Pair Of Couples
And Tell Them How To Play
Then You Lost Your Announcer Rod Roddy
The Announcer's Say Come On Down
While People Are Coming
We'd Rather Be Scared
Together Than Alone

Here He Comes
Here He Comes
Here He Comes Again
The Same Grey Haired Man
From A Door With Crazy Lights
He'll Grab A Microphone That's Thin
As He Comes On Like A Friend
But A Couple Of Games
From Your Old Game Show
Could Send Me Home Again

Now Hear This Bob Barker
Though I Don't Suppose We'll Meet
Ask Your Good Friend Roger
If You'd Host A While In Old Age Era
Tell Him We Lost Our Autographs
So They Were Kissing Your Cheek
Give Us Back Our Old Games
Give Us Back Our Ratings
You're Everybody's Game Show Host
Don't Leave Us With Death

Here He Comes
Here He Comes
Here He Comes Again
The Same Grey Haired Man
From A Door With Crazy Lights
He'll Grab A Microphone That's Thin
As He Comes On Like A Friend
But A Couple Of Games
From Your Old Game Show
Could Send Me Home Again

A Couple Of Games
From Your Old Game Show
Could Send Me Home Again
Oh Here He Comes,Here He Comes
Oh Here He Comes,Here He Comes