“Bob”—a great song by Weird Al Yankovice, which, including the title, consists entirely of palindromes and fascinates me. there is nothing more to add, except the re-transformed lyrics and a link to the song.
(1)
I, man, am Regal, a German am I
Never odd or even
If I had a Hi-Fi
Madam, I’m Adam
Too hot to hoot
No lemons, no melon
Too bad I hid a boot
Lisa Bonet ate no basil
Warsaw was raw
Was it a car or a cat I saw?
(3)
Ah Satan sees Natasha
No devil lived on
Lonely Tylenol
Not a banana baton
No X in Nixon
O stone, be not so
O Geronimo, no minor ego
“Naomi” I moan
A Toyota’s a Toyota
A dog, a panic, in a pagoda
(2)
Rise to vote, sir
Do geese see God?
Do nine men interpret? Nine men I nod
Rats live on no evil star
Won’t lovers revolt now?
Race fast safe car
Pa’s a sap
Ma is as selfless as I am
May a moody baby doom a yam
(4)
Oh no, Don Ho
Nurse, I spy gypsies, run!
Senile felines
Now I see bees, I won
UFO tofu
We panic in a pew
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
God, a red nugget, a fat egg under a dog
Go hang a salami, I’m a lasagna hog