Текст песни Bob

He spent 15 years Getting loaded for 15 years Till his liver exploded Now what's Bob gonna do Now that he can't drink? The Doctor said: "What ya been thinkin bout?" Bob said : "Thats the point. I won't think bout nothing. Now I gotta do something else" (Oi! Oi! Oi!) To pass the time Had someone shave his head He got a new identity 62 hole air conditioned boots And a girl who rides a scooter To take him out of town They would get away Runnin around And as the trucks drive by You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!" A couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe And he'll be kickin heads at the punk rock show Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do The doctor tells him to Quit your drinkin, nows the time But will he ever walk the line? To all my friends I feel just great But will he ever walk the line? Kickin ass, Bustin heads Red suspenders Once a day he shaves his head But will he ever walk the line?