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