Please go easy on them
you know if you say boo
they'll go pale, trembling and go hide
they've never been able to stand on their own two feet
even the older ones need gang protection
they're only brave in number
no core, no gumption, foreigners laugh at them

Please, please pity them
they are weak and very sensitive
its all mouth no trousers
they try to dish it out
but we all know they can't take it
they may go and commit suicide
they're entitled indulgent suckers

They're brought up by TV programs
and Computer games, they know no reality
its all pretense and making things up with them
even their love life is make believe
we're in the greatest love, you are the best
three months later, we're separated
their men **** and run like street dogs

Those Islanders give them hell
they're scared witless and now carry knives
they always walk in threes or four or in gangs
the cowards only jumps you from behind, unawares
then run away before you know whats happened
dish it out to them they turn to jelly
so just humor them, they are plastic weaklings