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 you been thinkin' 'bout?" Bob said, "That's the point, I won't think about nothing Now I gotta do something else," OI OI OI! "To pass the time." Bob shaved his head He got a new identity Sixty-two holed air cushioned 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, 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 great 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? Will he ever walk the line? Will he ever walk the line? Will he ever walk the line? Oh will he ever walk the line?
