Short crop mutton chop cut so clean
Pasta makin' paysan, Olive Garden green
Stompin' feet, we call him "meat", and you know what I mean
What's his name? Sharky 17! Oi!
Sharky 17! Oi!
Sharky 17
Boot to the pedal, speeding Route 18
Stops at Taco Bell, fills up on some beans
Gas a**, working cla**, stinking up his jeans
What do we call him? Sharky 17! Oi!
Sharky 17! Oi!
Sharky 17
One, two, three, Oi!
Sharky 17! Oi!
Sharky 17
Doesn't choose a poison, keeps his senses clean
And if you want to f** with him there's gonna be scene
He'll stomp your face to blood red paste, and I won't intervene
Feel the bratty wrath of Sharky 17! Oi!
Sharky 17! Oi!
Sharky 17! Oi!
Sharky 17! Oi!
What do we call him? Sharky 17