Nobody like you Can do it so well You're talking to me now While you're looking at my girl I know that you'd be saying something Til the end of time It's yours to choose With exaggerated truth It's down to the local hunting ground To see what's on offer You're telling crap jokes Followed by your false laughter I don't wanna trouble And i don't wanna suffer But when I try to get away I bump into another Standing round the fruit machine Drinks in hand You ridicule the women That are standing round Reaching out you thought It was yours to touch and grab Cos that's what they taught you In your porno mag Nobody like you Tres fantastique Your claiming to be something But I know you'll never be You talk of money, Power, cars & girls I know your shit is just faery tales Drink after drink Flowing thro' your veins Dabs of speed keeps puke away Hoping that you'll last the night You get plenty of drink in Then you start a fight