Bob — текст песни (nofx)

Fifteen years getting loaded



Fifteen years till his liver exploded



Now whats bob gonna do now that he cant drink?



The doc said, "what were you thinkin bout? "



Bob said, "thats just the point,



I wasnt 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



Hell be kickin in heads at the punk rock show, yeah



Bobs the kinda guy who knows just what



Bobs the kinda guy who knows just what to do



When the doctor tells him to



"quit your drinkin, nows 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?