Karaoké Never Fight a Man with a Perm Idles

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 stompin' 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 kickin' douches in the mouth

Sadly for you my last cigarette's gone out

Concrete to leather

Concrete to leather

Concrete to leather

Concrete

Concrete to leather

Concrete to leather

Concrete to 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 'cos you watched Get Carter

You are a catalogue

Plastic Sinatra

A tryhard who should've tried harder

Me oh me oh my Roy

You look like a walkin' 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 to leather

Concrete to leather

Concrete to leather

Concrete

Concrete to leather

Concrete to leather

Concrete to 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