Nobhead
I think you're a knobhead
I don't think you're very kind
I don't think you've got much going on
Upstairs in your tiny little mind
We played one gig altogether
And all you did was cause bad weather
There's no need to swear, frown or cry
Take this lad to town and he'll probably die
Listen mate I've had an enough now
Of you squealing that pick up and down
I said id do this one on my own boys
So stop making so much sound
It's time you found a brand new band
It's time you formed a supergroup
Coz I'm not having any more of you my son
No not anymore
Stop rubbing your plectrum
On your low E string
You're doing my head in my friend
While I'm still over here trying to sing
Said I'd do this one on my own boys
You said probably not mate no
Thinks he's smart now he's stood up dun he
The barman's about ready to close
OH there's no need for that is there
Shouts a woman from the back
There's no need for all this stupid noise
But I understand that boys will be boys
Stop rubbing your plectrum
Up and down your low E string
You're not Noel Gallagher now boy no
And I'm still here trying to sing
Writer/s: Kieran Atkins