Bob

[Intro]

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

Now I gotta do something else"

Oi, oi, oi

To pass the time he went and shaved his head, a new identity

Twelve 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 motherfuckers 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?