Bob

(альбом: White Trash, Two Heebs, And A Bean - 1992)

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 thinking '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 kicking 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 drinking, 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
Kicking ass and busting 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?