He spent fifteen years getting loaded Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded 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 I gotta do something else" Oi, oi, oi To pass the time he went and shaved his head, a new identity Twelve holed Doctor Martin 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 motherfuckers go A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show Bob's the kinda guy who knows just Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do When the doctor tells him to quit your drinkin' all the time Will he ever walk the line to all my friends I feel fine 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? But will he ever walk the line? But will he ever walk the line? But will he ever walk the line? But will he ever walk the line? © WESTBEACH MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com