Nobody like you    Can do it so well   You’re talking to me now    While you’re looking at my girl   I know that you’d be saying something    ‘til the end of time   It’s yours to choose    With exaggerated truth   It’s down to the local hunting ground   To see what’s on offer   You’re telling crap jokes   Followed by your false laughter   I don’t wanna trouble   And i don’t wanna suffer   But when I try to get away   I bump into another   Standing ‘round the fruit machine   Drinks in hand   You ridicule the women    That are standing ‘round   Reaching out you thought    It was yours to touch and grab   Cos that’s what they taught you   In your porno mag      Nobody like you    Tres fantastique   Your claiming to be something   But I know you’ll never be   You talk of money,    Power, cars & girls   I know your shit is just faery tales   Drink after drink   Flowing thro’ your veins   Dabs of speed keeps puke away   Hoping that you’ll last the night   You get plenty of drink in   Then you start a fight