| He’s just a stereotype
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| He drinks his age in pints
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| He has girls every night
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| He doesn’t really exist
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| He spends his weekends with floats
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| He forgets the punchline when he tells a joke
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| He wants to stay out, he don’t want to go home
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| Till his big hurting fingers are stuck down his throat
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| He’s just a stereotype
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| He drinks his age in pints
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| He drives home pissed at night
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| And he listens to this every hour
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| He drank his fiancee when he
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| The doctor said no drink for 17 weeks
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| He wants to go out but he has to stay home
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| Sit in and watch color TV on his own
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| He’s just a stereotype
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| He drinks his age in pints
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| He drives home pissed at night
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| And he listens to this every hour
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| The toplets are finished, the cure is complete
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| He hasn’t had a drink for 17 weeks
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| 17 punks, tonight is the night
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| It goes straight to his head, he ends up in a fight
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| He’s chasing home through the dark rainy night
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| His mom’s waiting up, she hopes he’s alright
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| But he’s wrapped 'round the lamp post on Saturday night
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| He’s just a stereotype
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| He drinks his age in pints
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| He has girls every night
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| He dosen’t really exist |