Alright Mr. Weegie,
Calm the fucking beans,
I know it's fucking windy,
Just put on some jeans.
I can see it on your shoulder,
That masssive fucking chip,
That makes you think you're sorer,
Than a broken fucking hip.
That make you think you know,
About every fucking thing.
"What's that you say? Oh no no no,
I'M THE BANTER KING."
Your life's the fucking hardest,
And your car's the fucking best.
Your shitey dump is bigger
And better than the rest.
OH silly fucking weegie,
Just step off your box,
They're all the same everywhere,
Great ones, bores and cocks.
This world is not against you,
Your city's not the best,
It's great I won't refuse you,
Just equal to the rest.
For it's man and mind that makes a life,
Not buildings, blood and steel.
And the mind contains the greatest strife,
So shut up and eat your meal.