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Football, baseball and racketball too
You should worry ‘bout the balls that Iâ₉„¢m
crushing on you
Iâ₉„¢m a sports fan, Iâ₉„¢m above the law
And my mission in life: Dr Martens versus your
jaw
Travel around the world in my passion for the
ball
Making sure it looks like I got no brain at all
But thatâ₉„¢s not true ‘cos I can count to four
And Iâ₉„¢m bitchinâ₉„¢ with a baseball bat in my
private war
Taste my fist, smell my wrist
Spit your teeth out, taste my fist
When it comes to starting riots: I am your man!
Thereâ₉„¢s nothing I wouldnâ₉„¢t do as a hooligan
Iâ₉„¢m a lobotomized I donâ₉„¢t have to think
A Molotov cocktail is my kind of drink
Taste my fist, smell my wrist
Spit your teeth out, taste my fist
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