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