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.
