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?