He's up early, five thirty in the morning
Three hours time and then he will be working
He gels his hair and looks for his tightest pants
We like the way you're looking man
Expensive shoes and a gallon of Lynx
Puts on his shirt but only if it don't stink
He checks the clock, then he checks the mirror
Time for work, looking good

He may look fine, but he already knows it
And thinks he is top shit

He's up himself, so self centred
He looks down on you, you know it's true
You know he won't love you
He's up himself, you still want him
And now here he come, he says he's gonna get some

It's after work, he says "time to go berserk"
He sees a bird and he wants to keep his word
Whispers to her that he would look good on her
And waits for a response
She slaps his face, tells him he is a big disgrace
She runs away, he says she doesn't like to play
He likes them nasty, chain him up any day
But he's for one night only