Lyrics:

Listen motherfucker, 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

If I wanted Chekhov, I'd've worn my polo neck
And brought along some high-strung bitch who's anorexi-ec
But I'm wearing just a t-shirt, gettin' 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
Somebody start a fight or something
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 onomato-pee
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
Somebody start a fight or something
Somebody start a fight or something
Somebody, somebody
Somebody start a fight or something
I said somebody, somebody
Somebody start a fight or something