Never Fight A Man With A Perm

Brylcreem

Creatine

And a bag of Charlie Sheen

Brylcreem

Creatine

And a bag of cocaine

A dulcet man with a dolcet tone

From a dulcet town and a dolcet home

He hates me

I like that

Two arms like big baseball bats

I bark

He bites back

A jaw like a **** off bear trap

He said, These boots are made for stomping

And that's just what they'll do

One of these days these boots are gonna

Stomp all over you.

Pre-Chorus

I said I've got a penchant for smokes and kicking douches in the mouth

Sadly for you my last cigarette's gone out

Chorus

Concrete and leather

Concrete and leather

Concrete and leather

Concrete

Concrete and leather

Concrete and leather

Concrete and leather

Concrete

Verse 2

A heathen from Eton

On a bag of Michael Keaton

A heathen from Eton

On a bag of Michael Keaton

He thinks he's suave

You're not suave 'cause you watched Get Carter

You are a catalogue, plastic Sinatra

A tryhard who should've tried harder

Me, oh me, oh my, Roy

You look like a walking thyroid

You're not a man, you're a gland

You're one big neck with sausage hands

You are a Topshop tyrant

Even your haircut's violent

You look like you're from Love Island

He stood and the room went silent

Pre-Chorus

Never fight a man with a perm

Chorus

Concrete and leather

Concrete and leather

Concrete and leather

Concrete

Concrete and leather

Concrete and leather

Concrete and leather

Concrete

Outro

I shut my mouth

Let's hug it out

I shut my mouth

Let's hug it out

I shut my mouth

I shut my mouth