Lyrics:

Fifteen years getting loaded


Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded


Now 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 nothing


Now I gotta do something else to pass the time.'


Had someone shave his head


Got a new identity


Sixty-two holed air conditioned boots


And a girl who rides a scooter to take him out of town


They could 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 kickin' 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 drinkin', 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


Kickin' ass and bustin' heads


Red suspenders


Once a day he shaves his head


But will he ever walk the line?