Sparring - Viza

Diamond cufflinks, tongue piercings

Rowdy hecklers throughout the breeze

Take this gift of potpourri and shove it far up your arse

Put ‘em up!

put ‘em up!

Throw ‘em up!

Throw ‘em up!

Shut ‘em up!

Shut ‘em up!

Who’s this weakling who’s always acting?

Shakespeare pleases me

I wish to spar

Who’d like to spar?

I love to spar, outside the bar

Who’s this weakling who’s barely breathing?

Shakespeare drinks to me

Broken bottles to broken knees

Eat your chicks and not your peas

My best friend the amputee has a fine gold belt in sparring

Diamond cufflinks, tongue piercings

Rowdy hecklers throughout the breeze

Take this gift of potpourri and shove it far up your arse

Step up to me, let’s go outside

Leave your fears and soul behind

Don’t fear the love that you had, the same old story has drove me mad

Don’t hold a grudge, let out the rage

Let’s turn the book on the proper page

I couldn’t stand the look you had so let’s solve this problem man to man

Man to man.

Man to man.

Man to man

YOW!

Who’s this weakling, Fuck this Pip-Squeak

Shakespeare pleases me