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 bitchin' 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 cocktail is my kind of drink
  
  Taste my fist, smell my wrist
  Spit your teeth out, taste my fist