| That’s the limit, that’s enough
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| Time somebody called your bluff
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| You over educated thug
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| Degrees in looking down your nose
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| And supercilious repose
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| Plus a Phd in smug
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| Wind your neck in, shut your gob
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| You’re just a bully and a snob
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| You’re just a loud, pretentious hack
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| I’d make you squeal, I’d make you run
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| I’d punch your lights out one by one
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| If I hadn’t hurt my back
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| With your new model army ethic
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| And your old Public schoolboy charm
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| You’re a star
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| I hope you’re happy now
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| I hope you’re having fun at my expense
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| Well excuse me if I pause to take offence
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| And excuse me if I don’t bend over
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| Well, I’m not one to anger quick
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| You condescending little prick
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| It takes a lot to get my goat
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| One day a better man than I
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| Will feed you fist and humble pie
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| And I’ll be there to hold his coat
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| With your oh so assured manor
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| And your own so adoring clan
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| You’re the man
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| I hope you’re happy now
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| I hope you’re having fun at my expense
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| Well excuse me if I stoop to take offence
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| And excuse me if I don’t bend over
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| You’ve had your fun, you’ve had your say
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| And now I’m wiping you away
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| Like something nasty on my shoe
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| Yeah, I won’t sink to take your bait
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| Cos I love better than I hate
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| And I won’t waste a drop on you
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| (Not if you were on fire) |