Bob Lyrics
Fifteen years 'till his liver explodedNow what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink?The Doc said, "What were you thinkin' 'bout?"Bob said, "That's just the point,I wasn't thinkin' 'bout nothingNow I gotta do something else to pass the time."Had someone shave his headGot a new identitySixty-two holed air conditioned bootsAnd a girl who rides a scooter to take him out of townThey could get awayRiding around, as the trucks drive byYou could here the mother fuckers go...A couple of lines, an extra thermos of JoeHe'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeahBob's the kinda guy who knows just whatBob's the kinda guy who 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 greatBut will he ever walk the lineKickin' ass and bustin' headsRed suspendersOnce a day he shaves his headBut will he ever walk the line?
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