My Rival

One, two, three, four

Cut down the guitar

My rival stands about five foot five

Has long blonde hair and weak blue eyes

My rival drives a Triumph sport car

Has muscles and is a deceitful snake

My rival is a mechanic on cars

Writes weird stories and drums in the bars

My rival, he is the mental spare

Has lines everywhere and makes it with ladies

My rival

And I, I haven't got nothing

I am dropped to sleep

And I, I'm gonna be a killer

I'm gonna shore my confidence up

My rival, I'm gonna stab him in the eyes

Shoot him dead with my rifle

My rival, he stole my love away

Over one year, it was easy prey

My rival stands about five foot five

Has long blonde hair and weak blue eyes

My rival drives a Triumph sport car

Has muscles and is a deceitful snake

My rival

Okay, let's cut it out for us