As soon as it happened
The story had traction
Green Ridge killed over laughing
Thus, the legend of
Bob Jackson

Brian, Chris and I
Were meandering through July
On a hot day when no one died
Underneath a Scrantonian Sky

Listening to Neil Young
Mesmerized by how he sung
Making our way to the park
Where we planned to be until dark

Pretty girls they will be there
Luckily we'll get tossed a warm beer
Summer days are humid and near
You could feel the sweat in our ears

There he stood alone but for the egg
Joe Hart his name if you beg
Cockily he tossed it up and down
At that point the guy owned the town

Around the corner came a
White drop top with its top up
And its windows down
Joe threw a strike with all his heart
His aim blew the dashboard apart

He took off up Electric Street
We tore ass way down Wyoming
The cops came in our neighborhood
They thought we were up to nothing good.

Talking part...

Remember, the day was hot, sticky hot.
And pretty girls were what we thought the day was about.
But that stoking thought would have to keep.
And the delay did not stop our young minds from memorizing their curves,
The pretty girls and their curves.
Indeed the day was so hot you could fry an egg in your hand.
Unless your hand didn't throw it first.
The cops were hot too as they wailed their way up
Wyoming Avenue and pulled up on the curb
Like they were stealing second.
Back then the blue lights were merely red but the red was terrifyingly blue for us.
There were two of them and three of us.
The meaner cop asked me my name.
Bob Jackson was the only thing that came.
And he quizzed Brian.
What about you, what's your name young man?
Brian paused and paused again.
Then on the heels of eternity, Brian uttered, um, um, um, Bob Jackson.
My jaw dropped to hell as my darting eyes gazed to the heavens.
Impulsively I almost said we were brothers.
But Chris had the presence of mind to say them there guys are cousins.
The other cop turned his attention to Chris, what's your name smart aleck?
With uncommon cool, impeccable timing, and a self-satisfied smirk,
Bob Johnson! Yep, Bob Johnson's my name.

Coda
The legend of Bob Jackson
It still gets quite the reaction.
For a nobody he sure is an attraction
Oh the legend of Bob Jackson