C
He spent fifteen years getting loaded
F
Fifteen years till his liver exploded
C
what's Bob gonna do
F
Now that he cant drink?
C
The Doctor said: "Whatcha been thinkin bout?"
F C
Bob said : "Thats the point. I won't think bout nothing.
F
Now I gotta do something else
N.C.
(Oi! Oi! Oi!)
C
To pass the time, had someone shave his head
F
He got a new identity
C
Sixty-two hole air cushioned boots
F
And a girl who rides a scooter
C G
To take him out of town
Am F
They would get away
C G
Runnin around
Am
And as the trucks drive by
F C G Am F
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!"
C G Am F x4
C
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe
F
He'll be kickin in heads at the punk rock show
C
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
E7 F
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
Fm
When the doctor tells him to
C Bb F
Quit your drinkin, nows the time
G C
will he ever walk the line?
Bb F
To all my friends I feel just great
G C
will he ever walk the line?
Bb F
Kickin ass, & bustin heads
