Stereotypes (Pt. 2)
He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He has girls every night
He doesn't really exist
He spends his weekends with a load of blokes
He forgets the punchline when he tells a joke
He wants to stay out, he don't want to go home
'Til his nicotine fingers are stuffed down his throat.
He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He drives home pissed at night
And he listens to his stereo
He blamed his fiancée when he caught vd
The doctor said no drink for seventeen weeks
He wants to go out but he has to stay home
Sit in and watch colour tv on his own.
He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He drives home pissed at night
And he listens to his stereo
The tablets are finished, the cure is complete
He hasn't had a drink now for seventeen weeks
Seventeen pints, tonight is the night
It goes straight to his head, he ends up in a fight
Police chase him home through the dark rainy night
Fluorescent jam sandwich with flashing blue light
His mum’s waiting up, she hopes he's alright
But he's wrapped ‘round a lamp post on saturday night.
He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He has girls every night
He doesn't really exist.
Estereotipos (Pt. 2)
Él es solo un estereotipo
Se toma su edad en pintas
Tiene chicas todas las noches
Realmente no existe
Pasa sus fines de semana con un montón de tipos
Olvida la gracia cuando cuenta un chiste
Quiere quedarse afuera, no quiere ir a casa
Hasta que sus dedos de nicotina están metidos en su garganta.
Él es solo un estereotipo
Se toma su edad en pintas
Conduce a casa borracho por la noche
Y escucha su estéreo
Culpó a su prometida cuando contrajo una ETS
El doctor dijo nada de alcohol por diecisiete semanas
Quiere salir pero tiene que quedarse en casa
Sentarse y ver la televisión a color solo.
Él es solo un estereotipo
Se toma su edad en pintas
Conduce a casa borracho por la noche
Y escucha su estéreo
Las pastillas se acabaron, la cura está completa
No ha tomado nada de alcohol por diecisiete semanas
Diecisiete pintas, esta noche es la noche
Le sube directo a la cabeza, termina en una pelea
La policía lo persigue a casa en la oscura noche lluviosa
Un auto de policía fluorescente con luces azules intermitentes
Su mamá lo espera, espera que esté bien
Pero está envuelto alrededor de un poste de luz el sábado por la noche.
Él es solo un estereotipo
Se toma su edad en pintas
Tiene chicas todas las noches
Realmente no existe.