Two fingers to the lot of you.
You looking for a fight?
Two fingers to the lot of you.
I bring my kid up right.
He stands up on his own two feet
and argues with his teachers.
He knows I’ll always back him up
by threatening those preachers.
I let him play on X Box
with the really violent games
and if the coppers come around
I help him call them names.
My grandfather fought two world wars
so I could have the right
to lie here on the sofa
whilst my kid runs wild at night.
Two fingers to the lot of you.
My kid is not a yob.
I have no brain but you can see
I have a lethal gob.
My kid is a survivor
and I’ve taught him all the tricks.
He’s swearing like a trooper
even though he’s only six.
My legacy will live through him
when you are all long gone.
Two fingers to the lot of you.
Why don’t you just “jog on”?