He spent fifteen years getting loaded
Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded
What's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink?
The doctor said, "what were you thinkin' 'bout?"
Bob said, "That's the point,
I wasn't thinkin' 'bout nothing
I gotta do something else,"
OI OI OI
"To pass the time."
He went and shaved his head. A new identity.
12 holed Doctor Martin boots
And a girl who rides a scooter
Gonna 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
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor tells him to
"Quit your drinkin' all the time."
Will he ever walk the line
To all my friends, I feel 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?
But will he ever walk the line?
But will he ever walk the line?
But will he ever walk the line?
But will he ever walk the line?