My dad's bigger than your dad,
I heard the young boy say.
Oh no he's bloody not,
Snapped his plump counterpoint in play.
My dad could beat your dad up,
Any time he wants,
My dad's been a boxer,
Yours is just a ponce.
I intervened, now come on, lads,
What merit lies in might?
To turn the other cheek,
Takes more courage than to fight.
To be good friends,
Is what you should be trying hard to do,
Their expressions seemed to indicate,
That I was winning through.
Now come on, lads, why not shake hands
And share each other's load?
Piss off, they snapped in unison,
And ran off down the road.