He spent fifteen years getting loaded
Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink?
The Doctor said, "What were you thinkin' 'bout?"
Bob said, "That's just the point,
I wasn't thinkin' 'bout nothing
Now I gotta do something else to pass the time."
Had someone shave his head Got a new identity Sixty-two holed air cushioned boots And a girl who rides a scooter to take him out of town They would get away Riding around, as the trucks drive by You could here the mother fuckers go...
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do When the doctor tells him to "Quit your drinkin', now's the time." Will he ever walk the line To all my friends, I feel just fine But will he ever walk the line Kickin' ass and bustin' heads Red suspenders Once a day he shaves his head But will he ever walk the line?