Bob the 10th Reindeer
Bob the 10th Reindeer

We’ve all heard of Rudolph
And the eight buddies in his gang
And how they fly on Christmas Eve
Steering Santa’s sleigh

But there’s one reindeer
Of whom you’ve never known
Deep down he has a fear
Of dashing through the snow

Yeah he’s Bob (Bob!)
The 10th Reindeer, Bob (Bob!)
He wears headgear
He’s allergic to hay
He wears an antler toupee
Santa knows that he’s the right one for the job
Yeah, he’s Bob!

White collar, green-tint visor
He does taxes on Christmas Day
Clackin’ his hoof on a calculator
Making sure all the elves get paid

He wears green and gold suspenders
To keep his plaid pants pulled up high
Can’t get near that ol’ mistletoe
Or else he’ll bust out in hives

He’s a bookworm, chess king, captain of debate team
He’s every dweeby doe’s heartthrob

Yeah he’s Bob (Bob!)
The 10th Reindeer, Bob (Bob!)
He wears headgear
He’s allergic to hay
He wears an antler toupee
Santa knows that he’s the right one for the job
Yeah, he’s Bob!

Oh he don’t care ‘bout flyin’ ‘round the world, no
Cause someone’s gotta help Ms. Claus into her girdle, yo!

Yeah he’s Bob (Bob!)
The 10th Reindeer, Bob (Bob!)
He wears headgear
He’s allergic to hay
He wears an antler toupee
Santa knows that he’s the right one for the job
Yeah, he’s Bob!