Social Reject

He puffs and he blows and he wears funny cloths,

He wears beads round his neck, his shirts a green check

alcoholically, flair's

growls like a bear. pulls on his jams

on a doll with no arms

Social reject so what do you expect

As he goes down the main road

He tells him to piss off

He'll growl and he'll curse

though you'll offer your purse

He isn't well meant

He doesn't make sense

in the bar room says you are bent

He's a social reject so what do you expect

Only pleasure he's got

is to dribble his snot

to snear at your fake veneer

He'll cross the street if you try to speak

as he probably smells and he's going there

Social reject so what do you expect

and your guilt is his neglect