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Football, baseball and racketball too

You should worry bout the balls that I'm crushing on you

I'm a sports fan, I'm above the law

And my mission in life: Dr Martens versus your jaw

Travel around the world in my "passion" for the ball

Making sure it looks like I got no brain at all

But that's not true cos I can count to four

And I'm *****in' with a baseball bat in my private war

Taste my fist, smell my wrist

Spit your teeth out, taste my fist

When it comes to starting riots: I am your man!

There's nothing I wouldn't do as a hooligan

I'm a lobotomized I don't have to think

A Molotov *****tail is my kind of drink

Taste my fist, smell my wrist

Spit your teeth out, taste my fist

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