Shael Riley - Revenge Of The Mullet lyrics

Something about his name Demands the definite article Eighties flair and light brown hair cascading From his skull The day that he moved next door I knew I had to pack up and go His dad and he had been after me me, but how was I to know? When he burst into my room The bathroom floor was a plane-wreck It really wasn't my fault But he didn't fact-check He chased me out of my place Wielding his replica broadsword The shower curtain was fake It was made of cardboard Sunday Take a walk in the park; Monday Sit alone in the dark If he sees me I know he will eat me And now I'm never alone No no I never pick up my phone calls I know wherever I go the mullet Will have his revenge on a sweet go Somethings about his way Suggests a man who won't be Outfoxed Swagger wide and Smile snide American dreadlocks God couldn't clear my name And if he could he don't wanna hear Not one question, never rest Enthusiastic fear In battle he disappears And re-appears like a ninja His flowing back-level beard Blowing in the winda-a! He isn't racist at all He wants it separate but equal Thinks people just get along Within their own people You may Lose your way in the park You may Bump your head in the dark You make sense But I'm lost in a Haircut And now I'm never alone No no I never pick up my phone calls I know wherever I go the mullet Will have his revenge on a sweet go