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?