Bully Dad Bully Son

 

Bully Dad

Bully Son

 

Bully Dad & Bully Son

along the Prom

Bank Holiday Sunday

taking up its whole width

Bully Dad next to the railings

Bully Son next to the road on his bike  

Where’s Mum?

Is she a bully as well?

 

(The Chorus)

“How do you know they were bullies you effete poet?”

 

They were taking up a lot of land

You know, like Israel

They were being blatant about their territorial rights

They had faces like bulldogs

They'd never been taught to smile

They were menacing

They had bad energy

What more can I say?

 

(Chorus)

“You just hate the Working Class!”

  

Silence from my side.

Does being on the breadline make you a bully?

I pondered

They weren’t scruffy, just intimidating

They’d been having eye contact classes

The lens of life seen through

Take, take, take

“Dad’s on foot and I’m on my bike”

“We’re just practicing self defence”

“Get your retaliation in first”

 

Look lad, the lower middle class have rights too you know!