Never Fight a Man with a Perm

Brylcreem

Creatine

And a bag of Charlie Sheen

Brylcreem

Creatine

And a bag of cocaine

A dulcet man with a dulcet tone

From a dulcet town and a dulcet home

He hates me

I like that

Two arms like big baseball bats

I bark

He bites back

A jaw like a fuck-off bear trap

He said "These boots are made for stomping"

"And that's just what they'll do"

"One of these days these boots are gonna stomp all over you"

I said I've got a penchant for smokes and kicking douches in the mouth

Sadly for you my last cigarette's gone out

Concrete and leather

Concrete and leather

Concrete and leather

Concrete

Concrete and leather

Concrete and leather

Concrete and leather

Concrete

A heathen from Eton on a bag of Michael Keaton

A heathen from Eton on a bag of Michael Keaton

He thinks he's suave

You're not suave 'cause you've watched Get Carter

You are a catalogue plastic Sinatra

A try-hard who should have tried harder

Me oh me oh my Roy

You look like a walking thyroid

You're not a man, you're a gland

You're one big neck with sausage hands

You are a Topshop tyrant

Even your haircut's violent

You look like you're from Love Island

He stood and the room went silent

Never fight a man with a perm

Concrete and leather

Concrete and leather

Concrete and leather

Concrete

Concrete and leather

Concrete and leather

Concrete and leather

Concrete

I'll shut my mouth, let's hug it out

I'll shut my mouth, let's hug it out

I'll shut my mouth

I'll shut my mouth