Bob

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, "hey, what were you thinkin' 'bout?"
Bob said, "That's the point,
I wasn't thinkin' 'bout nothing
Now 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 around
Riding around, as the trucks drive by
You could here the mother ******s 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, bustin' heads
Country boy records
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?