There is a band man
A famous top hand
Who hails from down ole Texas way, and Oklahoma
From do-wa-diddy
To New York City
You've heard him holler when he plays

Folks play the jukebox
And write to disc jocks
Truck drivers, deep sea divers, they ask, they say
What makes Bob holler?
What makes Bob holler?
When I ask Bob, he explained this way, and he said

Well, when a little sweetie pie
In a mint skirt, twirls by
And rolls those big blue eyes
Ahhh, I holler

And when some pretty chick
Says she loves my fiddle lick
Well now then, that can do the trick
Ahhh, I holler

That makes Bob holler
And when Bob hollers
It makes you feel so happy and gay, okay
What makes Bob holler?
Bet your bottom dollar
It’s just because he feels that way
That makes Bob holler
And when Bob hollers
It makes you feel so happy and gay, okay
What makes Bob holler?
Bet your bottom dollar
It's just because he feels that way

And he hollers 'cause he loves to play