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Spent fifteen years getting loaded |
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Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded |
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Now what's |
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Bob gonna do |
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Now that he can't drink? |
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The doctor said, "Whatcha been thinkin' 'bout?" |
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Bob said, "That's the pointI won't think about nothingNow I gotta do something else", |
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Oi, oi, oi |
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To pass the time and someone shaved his head |
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He got a new identity |
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Sixty-two holed air cushioned boots |
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And a girl who rides a scooter ought |
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To take him out of town |
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They would get away |
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Riding around, as the trucks drive by |
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You could here the motherfuckers go |
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A couple of lines, an extra thermos of |
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JoeHe'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah |
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Bob's the kinda guy he knows just what |
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Bob's the kinda guy he knows just what to do |
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When the doctor tells him to"Quit your drinkin', now's the time" |
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Will he ever walk the line? |
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To all my friends, |
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I feel just great |
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Will he ever walk the line? |
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Kickin' ass and bustin' heads |
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Red suspenders |
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Once a day he shaves his head |
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But will he ever walk the line? |
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Will he ever walk the line? |
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Will he ever walk the line? |
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Will he ever walk the line? |
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A will he ever walk the line? |
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Bob |