Read my lips then kiss my arse
I am strong in mind and body parts
you can do your best but you will fail
for a bully's lot is an old old tale.
You push and shove and laugh like fools
as the weaker man breaks down and crawls
but I am one that will not break and die…
I was born to fight your battle cry.
You may swing your arms and beat your chest
and show the crowd your skin tight vest
but the triumphs mine before we fight…
for I fight with courage and not with might.
A bully's lot is an old old tale
of drunken louts and back street girls
we must fight to keep the right to be
a simple man… just like me!?
