[Verse 1]
Loves a chicken korma (He does), but hates the hands that cook it
Pinch a cheeky bottom, says there's never harm in looking (C'mon love)
Take him anywhere and you'll regret you ever took him
Away to Spain again, the lads just made a cheeky booking, wahey
Shout at locals (Oi, you mug), drunken scuffling
He's always right and nobody can tell him nothing (No)
Dancing round the room, look at how his feet are shuffling (Look at him go)
As he makes obnoxious phone calls, trying to get them drugs in
[Pre-Chorus]
What do you reckon, one or two? (How you doing, son?)
Get a few, what's the plan?
Just another day in the life of a big dumb man
[Chorus]
Yeah, he's a man
Yeah, hе's a proper manly man
You little boys just really wouldn't undеrstand
Yeah, he's a man
Yeah, he's a proper manly man
You little boys just really wouldn't understand
[Verse 2]
Sunday roast, choking down some gammon (Yum)
All these rules, things he just can't say, he just can't understand them (Uh-uh)
Misses the days when he could count on Clarkson, May and Hammond
Now it's only mediocre gear that he can get his hands on (Wahey)
Past the Queen on the way up his nose
Dearest old Elizabeth, may God save her soul (Oh, yes)
Said the fabric of this country consists of silk and gold (It does)
Who cares if it was stolen, you should just ignore the holes
Loves a chicken korma (He does), but hates the hands that cook it
Pinch a cheeky bottom, says there's never harm in looking (C'mon love)
Take him anywhere and you'll regret you ever took him
Away to Spain again, the lads just made a cheeky booking, wahey
Shout at locals (Oi, you mug), drunken scuffling
He's always right and nobody can tell him nothing (No)
Dancing round the room, look at how his feet are shuffling (Look at him go)
As he makes obnoxious phone calls, trying to get them drugs in
[Pre-Chorus]
What do you reckon, one or two? (How you doing, son?)
Get a few, what's the plan?
Just another day in the life of a big dumb man
[Chorus]
Yeah, he's a man
Yeah, hе's a proper manly man
You little boys just really wouldn't undеrstand
Yeah, he's a man
Yeah, he's a proper manly man
You little boys just really wouldn't understand
[Verse 2]
Sunday roast, choking down some gammon (Yum)
All these rules, things he just can't say, he just can't understand them (Uh-uh)
Misses the days when he could count on Clarkson, May and Hammond
Now it's only mediocre gear that he can get his hands on (Wahey)
Past the Queen on the way up his nose
Dearest old Elizabeth, may God save her soul (Oh, yes)
Said the fabric of this country consists of silk and gold (It does)
Who cares if it was stolen, you should just ignore the holes
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