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 motherfuckers 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