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 you 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."

Bob shaved his head

He got a new identity

Sixty-two holed air cushioned boots

And a girl who rides a scooter

Gonna 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?

Will he ever walk the line?

Will he ever walk the line?

Will he ever walk the line?

Oh will he ever walk the line?