Bob

He spent 15 years
 Getting loaded for 15 years
 Until his liver exploded
 Now what's Bob gonna do
 Now that he can't drink?
 The Doctor said, "What ya been thinking bout?"
 Bob said, "What's the point? I wanna think bout nothing"
 Now I got to do something else
 To pass the time
 He had someone shave his head
 He got a new identity
 '62 hole air cushioned boots
 And a girl who rides a scooter
 To take him out of town
 They would get away
 Running around
 And as the trucks drive by
 You could hear the motherfuckers play
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 A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
 He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show
 'Cause 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 drinking, now's the time
 But will he ever walk the line?
 To all my friends, I feel just fine
 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?
 Will he ever walk the line?
 (Will he ever walk the line?)
 (Will he ever walk the line?) Walk the line
 (Will he ever walk the line?) Ooh, ooh, ooh
 (Will he ever walk the line?)
 Will he ever walk the line?