Bob

He spent fifteen years getting loaded Fifteen years until his liver exploded Now what's Bob gonna do Now that he can't drink? The doctor said, "What'cha been thinking about?" Bob said, "That's the point I wanna think about nothing Now I gotta do something else -" [El Hefe] Oi, oi, oi! [Fat Mike] "- to pass the time," Had someone shave his head He got a new identity Sixty-two holed air-cushioned boots And a girl who rides a scooter To take him out Of town They would get away, riding around As the trucks drive by You can hear the motherfuckers go - [Trumpet solo] A couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show Bob's the kind of guy who knows just what Bob's the kind of 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 great" Will he ever walk the line? Kicking ass and busting heads Red suspenders Once a day he shaves his head But will he ever walk the line? Will he ever walk the line? x4 Bob!