He's just a stereotype

He drinks his age in pints

He has girls every night

But 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 fiance 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 color 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 mums 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

Writer : J DAMMERS
Copyright : Lyrics © PLANGENT VISIONS MUSIC INC.