Текст песни Rancid — Bob
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?