Listen mother-f**er, let me make this clear
I've had your f**ing poetry up to here-
Your tender recollections and wistful reminisce:
Excuse me, Mr. Shakespeare, while I go have a piss
Somebody, somebody, somebody start a fight or something
I said somebody, somebody, somebody start a fight or something
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
If I wanted Chekhov I'd've worn my polo neck
And brought along some high strung b**h who's anorexiec
But I'm wearing just a tee-shirt, getting of my tits,
The chick I'm with's a barker, and my life is full of sh**.
Somebody, somebody, somebody start a fight or something
I said somebody, somebody, somebody start a fight or something
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Somebody start a fight or something
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Somebody start a fight or something
I'm not a violent man, but I'll give no guarantee
When I'm faced with symbolism and onomatope
There's a f**ing artist!-Let me get my stick!
You want a f**ing beating? C'mon, then go sick.
Start a fight, start a fight,
Start a fight, start a fight,
Start a fight, start a fight,
Start a fight, start a fight
Somebody, somebody, somebody start a fight or something
I said somebody, somebody, somebody start a fight or something
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Somebody start a fight or something
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Somebody start a fight or something
Somebody, somebody, somebody start a fight or something
I said somebody, somebody, somebody start a fight or something