Bob

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 just the point,
I wasn't thinkin' 'bout nothing
I gotta do something else to pass the time."

Had someone shave his head, new identity
sixty-two holed air cushioned boots
and a girl who rides a scooter, take him out of town
They would get around, riding around,
as the trucks drive by you could here the mother fuckers go...

Couple of lines, extra thermos of Joe
he'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show,
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 drinkin', all the time."

Will he ever walk the line
to all my friends, I feel fine
really 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?