The legend of Boomin’ Bo

Bob entered the saloon, and hit his toe on a chair; he fell to the floor and grunted in agony.

An explosive laugh echoed across the saloon. “HAR HAR HAR! Did you hurt your tootsies, PARTNER?” Bob looked up, tears in his eyes, and said “Yes I did.” “Well that’s NO GOOD! They call me BOOMIN’ BO, on account of my inability to USE AN INDOOR VOICE! Would you like an ICE PACK?”

This by my account is just a story of when I, Boomin (Big Voice) Bo, in big trouble I be medically aid to a broken pelvis at a bad vibes saloon; all because of my DANG TOOTIN BIG VOICE seems to make people rowdy! Bartender said “I’all get you an ice pack but ya ain’t gotta yell…”

So that's 'round when I went to decidin' that maybe the world ain't got no need for Boomin' Bo. Maybe what it's lackin' is Buttoned-Up Bo. So I went about my days, decidedly not-boomin', all rather church mouse-ish. Then I stubbed my gol darn toe & the boomin' was boilin' in me!!

Well, I sa-uh, I sa-uh, I say-uh! You can take the Bo out the Boomin’ but you can’t take the Boomin’ out the Bo! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Ooo-wee, that’s some mighty fine Boomin’.