Ascot Prick
Lyrics by Big Ugly Jim
This ascot prick on the scene
Eyes teeth and wallet green
Made up like he's the king
But I won't kiss his fuckin' ring
He's a cosmic leisure fella
Lookin' for his Cinderella
And when he sees his queen
She knows she meets the love machine
This tacky disco king well
He don't know anything
Thinks that his look is chique
What a fuckin' geek
He's drunk and paper thin
The knuckles find the chin
And he goes down
The sun will rise again
And he'll be in his van
Driving through the streets to sell
That crap he hates so well
His only waking thought is
How much his paycheck bought
And going out again to smile
And show the girls his style
He needs to pawn his warez
To meet their glamour stares
His style is all he needs
To get between the sheets
He's an aristocrat
But he can't see that
It's all shit
Nothing city Nothing man
No vision and no plan
Selling pens and stupid ties
To other empty eyes
No matter how he tries
He's shit to bigger flies
And though the lesson's clear
He's never gonna hear.
This tacky disco king well
He don't know anything
Thinks that his look is chique
What a fuckin' geek
He's drunk and paper thin
The knuckles find the chin
And he goes down