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Bobby's magnum opus is a time-warped travelogue back to 1960's Fresno; from Blakely's Pool to Harpain's Dairy, from The Crest to the Kearney Bowl, it's a mother load of memories musically resurrected as only Bobby can.

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A long, long time ago I can still remember
How the public pool would make me smile
Out at Blakely’s, I had my chance
Dive off the tower or wet my pants
And it might make me a hot shot for a while
The long climb up it made me shiver
One look down, my knees would quiver
My skin looked like a pork chop
It hurt like hell that belly flop!
I can’t remember if I cried
As I took my three speed for one last ride
It made the cover of TV Guide
When Webster Webfoot died

Grandma’s saying, how about we have a chicken potpie?
Those Lesterburger’s worse than Gerber baby food dry
At Mars Drive In we’ll get an Orange Nehi
But the valley soda fountains went dry
‘Cause our little Webster just died

Around Kearney Bowl we saw the hardtops race
And John Glenn’s capsule was up high in space
Cause Walter Cronkite told us so
We loved J.F.K. and our Nestle’s Quik
Euless Park was our Candlestick
Back when Fresno was a Giant’s only friend
Near Harpain’s Dairy a sitting duck
Farmer’s firing salt loads from a pick up truck
I was out of luck, on a barbed wire fence my pants were stuck
And the Bulldogs tried to take the field
The West Coast Relays refused to yield
It wasn’t Radcliffe or Beiden Field
When Webster Webfoot died

We kids were screaming, “Buy, buy another Eskimo Pie
This Lesterburger’s worse than Gerber baby food dry
At Mar’s Drive In we’ll get an Orange Nehi
But the valley soda fountains went dry
‘Cause our little Webster just died”

It’s been twenty years and like a rolling stone
They keep adding pavement up on North Blackstone
But that’s not how it used to be
There was Bob’s Big Boy, Last Chance Gasoline
North of Shaw, all the hills were green
And Fashion Fair was just a future dream
In city hall new plans were drawn
Big money decisions were being handed down
Fulton Street has got to go
We’re gonna build a mall here, see? Raise the dough!
As the mayor did his Groucho Marx
The monkey’s screamed out in Roeding Park
The Crest and The Hardy, they both went dark
When Webster Webfoot died

My dad was saying, ” Let’s get ourselves an ice cold Eskimo Pie
Today’s the day they tear the courthouse dome from the sky
When the big one comes, son, then you’ll understand why
But the marble water fountain went dry
Even my new kite wouldn’t fly” (it was a Man In The Moon)

Copper smelter in a summer swelter
Hey! Lets move those doves and pigeons
Get ‘em out to the animal shelter
Eight miles high, she’s falling fast!

The courthouse dome landed smack right on the grass
Bob Long and Dick Moody did a telecast
And The Chipmunks on the sidelines, what a cast!

The burning leaves were sweet perfume
Collegians played a marching tune
And Hoppy did a dance, Flippo Jr. sat there in a trance
As the wrecking ball climbed up high off to the right
Thousands of people cried into the night
Uncle Jimmy Weldon called up Chicken Delight
And Webster Webfoot died

The vendor’s screaming, ”Buy, buy a melted Eskimo Pie
We got old cheeseburgers worse than Gerber baby food dry
We got Diet Rite, I ain’t got no Orange Nehi
Hey man! That water fountain’s gone dry!”
Even my kite wouldn’t fly!

We held the wake at the Eagle Café
Dale Brothers coffee and some Special K
But the waitress frowned and looked away
I went back to the White Front store
Where dad bought our TV years before
But the man said, “Webster Webfoot flew away”
On Fulton Mall, the neons beam
Winos sleep where Del Webb dreamed
Useless Pit Stop tokens, the slot cars all were broken
At The Three Stooges we laughed the most
When ol’ Al Radka was the host
Rainbo Bread done burned the toast
When Webster Webfoot died

So remember, next time you have a chicken pot pie
Could be Webster or a mobster, there’s no need to ask why
Wreck a courthouse or a henhouse
It’s the same, by and by
Now that Blakely’s giant pool is drained dry

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from Smashed Hits and Golden Chi​-​Chi's, released December 17, 2012
From "Bobby!" Piano: Dean Clark. Drums: Robert Diebert. Prologue by Uncle Jimmy Weldon and Webster Webfoot. Chart by Jerry Leal. Recorded at On Broadway Studios, Fresno, 1986.

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