Spent fifteen years getting loaded
Fifteen years `till his liver exploded
Now what`s Bob gonna do
Now that he can`t drink?

The doctor said, "Whatcha been thinkin` `bout?"
Bob said, "That`s the point
I won`t think about nothing
Now I gotta do something else", Oi, oi, oi

To pass the time and someone shaved his head
He got a new identity
Sixty-two holed air cushioned boots
And a girl who rides a scooter ought

To take him out of town
They would get away
Riding around, as the trucks drive by
You could here the motherf**kers go

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He`ll be kickin` in heads at the punk rock show, yeah
Bob`s the kinda guy he knows just what
Bob`s the kinda guy he knows just what to do

When the doctor tells him to
"Quit your drinkin`, now`s the time"
Will he ever walk the line?
To all my friends, I feel just great
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?

Will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
A will he ever walk the line?

Bob