iMan

iMan

bloody men are so bloody needy
if they don’t get their own way then
they cry and whine like a baby
give yer the silent grumpy treatment ‘til tuesday
yeah they can be cute
look flash and well fit in their designer suits
but it’s just a replacement babygrow innit
then they ‘ave to act up jack-the-lad
just ‘cos they’ve got some dumb mate in tow
it’s pathetic
muppets

they believe they’re buddha
of all they understand
ten pints of
lager and the promise of a fight
yet still they want the crusts
cut off their toast
eggy soldiers on parade plus there’s
the mystery of the washing machine
and the conundrum of the toilet seat
they call you their bird innit say
‘ello babe
but really you’re mum

and that’s way too weird to be any kind of fun
goodnight