Lyric Bob
He 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, "What were you thinkin bout?"
Bob said, "That s the point,
I wasn t thinkin bout nothing
Now I gotta do something else to pass the time."
Had someone shave his head
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 could here the mother fuckers 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 who knows just what
Bob s the kinda guy who 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
But 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?
Fifteen years till his liver exploded
Now what s Bob gonna do now that he can t drink?
The Doctor said, "What were you thinkin bout?"
Bob said, "That s the point,
I wasn t thinkin bout nothing
Now I gotta do something else to pass the time."
Had someone shave his head
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 could here the mother fuckers 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 who knows just what
Bob s the kinda guy who 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
But 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?
