Your little sister's very pretty
And your dad works up the city
And it's not the first time

That a boy like me has rhymed those words
So I thought I'd run it past you
There's a Beatles song about this...

You know what I mean?
Oh I think that you know what I mean


So maybe around the breakfast table
While dad and daughter are rosy and bright
Paint me in a favourable light

Tell her I love
Tell him I fight


And later on at the bus shelter
Turn up and pretend you forgot your pass
Then I shall escort her to class

Do this dear friend that's all I ask

Because you owe me one

And I know the one that I want

Your little sister's very pretty

And your dad works up the city
And it's not the first time
That a boy like me has rhymed those words


And you owe me one
And I know the one that I want


The gloves are off
A pound for a pound

The cubs are lost
Release the hounds
Push has come to shove

And I know it's %#@!e
Tell her I love
Tell him I fight