Lager Lout

Sitting in a death house and smiling with a leer

Happy, I should say so, hiding every fear

Asking you some questions, chance it is untrue

Twisted, corrupted and shot blue

They don't love you, Larger Lout

All of your white lies they're all turning black

Your liver's got a cancer, your heart's under attack

And your brain so much at bay, they could build a port

They filled you up with ignorance and the Daily Sport

And they don't love you, Larger Lout

They don't love you, Larger Lout

They don't love you, Larger Lout

Larger Lout

Larger Lout

Larger Lout

Larger Lout