Fight Like Apes - Jake Summers lyrics

Bought a present for my guy I bought him a pair of second hand boots Those boots were white not pink He liked to think, that he wore them well He took them to the park, he wore them out And played with the geese Those geese were stupified When he turned around and cried That's not nice he said, that's not nice, what you did to me That's not nice he said, that's not nice, the way you treat me I'm alright he said, I'm alright, it's always been me (ah ah ah ah) Hey you, whats-your-face I've got a pocket full of fist, you got a stupid face Hey you, know your place You're like Kentucky Fried Chicken but without the taste Hey you, get some grace, You know you're driving miss daisy all over the place Hey you, you're taking up space And you're a f**ing disappointment to the human race (oh!) And everybody knows, Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers' the man He's got a Californian jacket and a fortified tan He met a friendly face in the Isle of Man And then he took it to the states and started a band He took it to a sushi bar named G.I Joes And then he took a bit of playdo and he stuck it up his nose Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summers Summer, Jake Summers is the man, Jake Summers is the man, He's the man with with the Californian jacket, his rock and roll band Jake Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer Summer (Jake Summers is the man Jake Summers is the man he can do he can do it he can do he can with his rock and roll band Jake Summers is the man oh yeah what a f**ing man he can take it to apollo with a plectrum in his hand) He's the man That's not nice he said, that's not nice, what you did to me That's not nice he said, that's not nice, the way you treat me I'm alright he said, I'm alright, it's always been me FFFFUUUCCCKKK! Hey cutie what's with your nose Take the focus off, take off your clothes Hey baby what's with this smile You know he smells like ham and he tastes like bile Hey baby where's your chord you know youre a nightmare bunji breaking who*e (??) Hey baby you were the bedroom king Well I'm so sorry for breaking your ding-a-ling-a-ling