You should worry â"š¬í‹Å“bout the balls that Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m crushing on you Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m a sports fan, Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m above the law And my mission in life: Dr Martens versus your jaw
Travel around the world in my "passion" for the ball Making sure it looks like I got no brain at all But thatâ"š¬â"ž¢s not true â"š¬í‹Å“cos I can count to four And Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m bitchinâ"š¬â"ž¢ with a baseball bat in my private war
Taste my fist, smell my wrist Spit your teeth out, taste my fist
When it comes to starting riots: I am your man! Thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s nothing I wouldnâ"š¬â"ž¢t do as a hooligan Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m a lobotomized I donâ"š¬â"ž¢t have to think A Molotov cocktail is my kind of drink
Taste my fist, smell my wrist Spit your teeth out, taste my fist