Waiting for a beating
I can’t wait to meet him
So I don’t have to spend
my whole life
Waiting for a beating
Wonder how I’ll greet him
When I finally meet him
Take my glasses off,
perhaps
Maybe lay down some
sheeting
I’m expecting a bloodbath
Onlookers have a good
laugh
A bunch of nosey fuckers
All revel in my
comeuppance
Yeh, my uppercut’s a bit
naff
But I’m up for a grudge
match
He’s Rocky 3, I’m Clubber
Lang
He’s 6 foot 3, down with a
bang
Don’t want no anti-climax
Just a busted nose, an eye
black
I’m not gona sugar-coat it
Imma kick his ass and
smoke it
Now let’s not get carried
away
You shit yourself the
other day
When someone looked quite
like him.
Saw a bush and jumped
inside it
Stayed in there Monday
through Friday
Check your balls I think
they’re hiding
At the worst, I’ll get a
hiding
Dent my ego, kick my pride
in
But I’ll focus on the plus
side
When I’m bleeding on the
inside
Seeing stars lay on the
ground
Thinking I look quite
profound
Just how God loves all the
tryers
The onlookers now admire
us
Free cold pint of beer
beside us
And some female
sympathisers
Maybe it won’t be so bad
He’s every right for
feeling mad
I kissed the girls and
made them cry
And disrespected a cool
guy
Now all the boys come out
to play
I don’t intend to run away
It won’t feel right to
swerve it
When I probably deserve it
So with open arms I’ll
greet him
When I’m waiting for my
beating
