Bob

He spent 15 years
Getting loaded for 15 years
Until his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do
Now that he can't drink?

The Doctor said, "What ya been thinking bout?"
Bob said, "What's the point? I wanna think bout nothing"
Now I got to do something else
To pass the time

He had someone shave his head
He got a new identity
'62 hole air cushioned boots
And a girl who rides a scooter
To take him out of town

They would get away
Running around
And as the trucks drive by
You could hear the motherfuckers play

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show
'Cause 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 drinking, now's the time
But will he ever walk the line?
To all my friends, I feel just fine
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?
Will he ever walk the line?

(Will he ever walk the line?)
(Will he ever walk the line?) Walk the line
(Will he ever walk the line?) Ooh, ooh, ooh
(Will he ever walk the line?)
Will he ever walk the line?