Listen motherfucker, let me make this clear
I've had your fucking 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 bitch who's anorexiec
But I'm wearing just a tee-shirt, getting of my tits,
The chick Ii'm with's a barker, and my life is full of shit.
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 onamatapee
There's a fucking artist!-Let me get my stick!
You want a fucking 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