Lyrics:

Listen mother-fucker, let me make this clear
I've had your fucking poetry up to here-
Your tender recollections and wistful reminisce:
Excuse me, Mr. Shakespeare, while I go have a piss

Somebody, somebody, somebody start a fight or something
I said somebody, somebody, somebody start a fight or something

Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo

If I wanted Chekhov I'd've worn my polo neck
And brought along some high strung bitch who's anorexiec
But I'm wearing just a tee-shirt, getting of my tits,
The chick I'm with's a barker, and my life is full of shit.

Somebody, somebody, somebody start a fight or something
I said somebody, somebody, somebody start a fight or something
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Somebody start a fight or something
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Somebody start a fight or something

I'm not a violent man, but I'll give no guarantee
When I'm faced with symbolism and onomatope
There's a fucking artist!-Let me get my stick!
You want a fucking beating? C'mon, then go sick.

Start a fight, start a fight,
Start a fight, start a fight,
Start a fight, start a fight,
Start a fight, start a fight

Somebody, somebody, somebody start a fight or something
I said somebody, somebody, somebody start a fight or something
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Somebody start a fight or something
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo
Somebody start a fight or something

Somebody, somebody, somebody start a fight or something
I said somebody, somebody, somebody start a fight or something