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?