FUCKWIT
By JENNY TALIA & KEVIN BLOODY WILSON
BOTH BARRELS MUSIC
I’m sorry my friend I don’t speak fuckwit
All I can hear from here is
“Arrghmotherfuckershit!!”
I think you picked the wrong sheila to fuck with
I’m sorry my friend I don’t speak fuckwit
They’re out there and at least one turns up
At nearly every show
Full of piss and vinegar
Mouthing off and having a go
This one’s cleared all the seats around him
With screaming and flailing about
So I said, “Hey mate – if your arse was as big as your mouth,
Your guts would drop out!”
I’m sorry my friend I don’t speak fuckwit
All I can hear from here is
“Arrghmotherfuckershit!!”
I think you picked the wrong sheila to fuck with
I’m sorry my friend I don’t speak fuckwit
It’s my show, I’ve got the microphone
So I told him to give it a rest
Or I’d get the big black bouncer to rip of his head
Then shit down his neck
But he wouldn’t give up and he wouldn’t shut up
So I tried another line
“Mate, it’s been that long since you had a head job,
You forgot what they tasted like!”
I’m sorry my friend I don’t speak fuckwit
All I can hear from here is
“Arrghmotherfuckershit!!”
I think you picked the wrong sheila to fuck with
I’m sorry my friend I don’t speak fuckwit
But the just kept getting louder
So I called security in
I’ve wasted all me best lines on this prick
I think it’s time to have a look at him
When the lights came on there he was
Sprawled across three seats
I said “Hey mate, where did you come from?”
He said, “The fucking balcony!”
I’m sorry my friend I don’t speak fuck-wit
All I can hear from here is
“Arrghmotherfuckershit!!”
Til the ambulance comes I guess you’re stuck here
I’m sorry my friend thought you were fuckwit
I’m sorry my friend guess I’m the fuckwit
I’m sorry my friend though you were fuckwit
