Bob - Frank Turner

He spent fifteen years getting loaded

Fifteen years until his liver exploded

Now what’s Bob gonna do

Now that he can’t drink?

The doctor said, «What ya been thinkin' about?»

Bob said, «That's the point,

I wanna think about nothing

Now, I’ve got to do something else…»

«…to pass the time»

He had someone shave his head

He got a new identity

Sixty-two-holed air-cushioned boots

And a girl who rides a scooter

To take him out of town

They would get away

Running around

As the trucks drive by

You could hear the motherfuckers play

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe

He’ll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show

'Cause 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»

But will he ever walk the line?

To all my friends, «I feel just fine»

Will he ever walk the line?

Will he ever walk the line?

Will he ever walk the line?

Will he ever walk the line?

Will he ever walk the line?

(Will he ever walk the line?

Will he ever walk the line?

Will he ever walk the line?

Will he ever walk the line?)

Will he ever walk the line?