Quad-Vod swaying in his hand, a pint glass in the other.
A pint glass in the other.
Running round like he owns this town, the rightful heir to nothing.
He said that he could be somebody, if he hadn't pulled his patella.
He said he played with Stevie G, scored a world, then downed a pint of Stella.
Wayne Rooney,
Scouse Glory.
Final days of Rome for the late sob story.
He's wasted, no papers, two bullets left in the privy chamber.
Small man syndrome.
Looks like Danny DeVito.
Eyes wide he looks you up and down,
he thinks that you've been staring.
Double visions gone and hit him now, the whole worlds starts to blend in.
He said that he could be somebody, if it wasn't for the vocal chords.
He said he sang with Morrissey at Finsbury, and Mercury in a karaoke bar.
Wayne Rooney,
Scouse Glory.
Final days of Rome for the late sob story.
He's wasted, no papers, two bullets left in the privy chamber.
Small man syndrome.
Looks like Danny DeVito.
Small man syndrome.
Looks like Danny DeVito.
He's wasted, foul temper, another taxi home to the walk-in centre.
He's wasted, foul temper, another taxi home to the walk-in centre.
He's wasted, foul temper, another taxi home to the walk-in centre.
He's wasted, foul temper, another taxi home to the walk-in centre.
Foul temper, day bender, no surrender.
(Got something to say)
Small man syndrome.
(He'll fight you anyway)
Looks like Danny DeVito.
Small man syndrome.
Looks like Danny DeVito
