You look in the dustbin for something to eat,
You find a dead rat and you think it's a treat,
In your Liverpool slums.
You **** on the carpet, you piss in the bath,
You finger your grandma, and think its a laugh,
In your Liverpool slums.
You speak in an accent exceedingly rare,
You wear a pink tracksuit and have curly hair,
In your Liverpool slums.
Your mum's on the game and your dad's in the nick,
You can't get a job 'cos you're too ******* thick,
In your Liverpool slums.
He's only a poor little scouser,
His face is all battered and torn,
He made me feel sick,
So I hit him with a brick,
And now he don't sing anymore.
There's only one Arsene Wenger,
Only one Arsene Wenger,
With a packet of sweets and a cheeky smile,
Wenger is a ****ing peadophile.
If I had the wings of a sparrow,
If I had the arse of a crow,
I'd fly over Chelsea tomorrow,
And **** on the bastards below, below,
**** on the bastards below.