I Am The Champion Concrete Mixer by Zen Baseballbat Lyrics
Branded a school-trained no-hoper full stop
Un regle was flung at the left wing of my brain
Branded a school-trained no-hoper full stop
When the Chaucer enforcer only used my second name
Gleavey is easily distracted
By the thoughts of famous footballers
His head is like a malleted stump
Somewhere between Aldi and Anfield
The headmasters bootboys blocking out the summer
The javelin went in one ear and out the other
The only love on show went to some erected athlete
We hardly got a kick in so we drifted off to sleep
Gleavey is easily distracted
By the thoughts of famous footballers
His head is like a malleted stump
Somewhere between Aldi and Anfield
Soon there was loads of us kicking away unseen
Cut off from barbers and sex appeal
Soon there was loads of us, nomadic nomarks
Humming vicious pop songs on a washed out field
Gleavey is easily distracted
By the thoughts of famous footballers
His head is like a malleted stump
Somewhere between Aldi and Anfield
Gleavey is easily distracted
By the thoughts of famous murderers
His head goes up and down like Charlie Manson's wah wah
Steering well clear of young musicians of the year
Un regle was flung at the left wing of my brain
Branded a school-trained no-hoper full stop
When the Chaucer enforcer only used my second name
Gleavey is easily distracted
By the thoughts of famous footballers
His head is like a malleted stump
Somewhere between Aldi and Anfield
The headmasters bootboys blocking out the summer
The javelin went in one ear and out the other
The only love on show went to some erected athlete
We hardly got a kick in so we drifted off to sleep
Gleavey is easily distracted
By the thoughts of famous footballers
His head is like a malleted stump
Somewhere between Aldi and Anfield
Soon there was loads of us kicking away unseen
Cut off from barbers and sex appeal
Soon there was loads of us, nomadic nomarks
Humming vicious pop songs on a washed out field
Gleavey is easily distracted
By the thoughts of famous footballers
His head is like a malleted stump
Somewhere between Aldi and Anfield
Gleavey is easily distracted
By the thoughts of famous murderers
His head goes up and down like Charlie Manson's wah wah
Steering well clear of young musicians of the year