Never Fight A Man With A Perm (Live at Le Bataclan)

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 got a penchant for smokes and kicking 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 'cause you watched Get Carter

You are a catalogue, plastic Sinatra

A tryhard, you should've 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

You stood then the room went

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

Let's hug it out

I shut my mouth

Let's hug it out

I shut my mouth

I shut my mouth

Let's hug it out

I shut my mouth

This song

This song is dedicated to my best friend

And my father who taught me what love and respect is

This song is for Nigel

And it's called Mother