| Piano and strings
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| Huh, a little bit cliché, but works well
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| Classy
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| Serious
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| Let’s talk about something serious
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| This is important
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| Now let’s do some rapping
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| Look
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| Fr-Fr-Fr-Fr-Fr-Fr
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| From Brother Ali to Forest Whitaker
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| When it comes to body image
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| There’s a common myth that we’re not bothered with it
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| But it’s bollocks
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| It’d take a lot of confidence
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| To stop us wishing at least something was different
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| You see kids stacked with six packs
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| Skin’s tanned and big abs
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| And think that to fit in then you need to have this crap
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| I’ve had enough of airbrushed buff people I see on telly
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| Where’s all the freckles, crooked yellow teeth and beer bellies?
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| I’m a bit chubby 'round the edges
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| Prefer pudding to veggies
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| In restaurants they say «do you want a side of salad or potato wedges?»
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| I’ll leave you to guess my preference
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| But I look after myself
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| Might grab an apple and leave the snacks on the shelf
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| As well as pizza I eat pasta as well
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| The human appendix is similar to my gym membership
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| It rarely ever gets used even when I remember it
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| Now I’m no exercise freak
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| But I exercise each week
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| Even if it’s just stepping outside and down the street
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| I can swim, I can dance, I can skank or ride a bike
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| It doesn’t matter man, variety’s the spice of life
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| Why are you looking at me?
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| Stuff your physique
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| Beauty’s skin deep, I’d rather be ugly and free
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| Why are you looking at me?
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| Man, stuff your physique
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| Beauty’s skin deep, I’d rather be ugly and me
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| I thought «please Lord, make me thin»
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| «Paint my pasty skin»
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| «Take me out of this funny frame you’ve placed me in»
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| My face is ginger while my head hair is mousey brown
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| But I turned my doubts around
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| My thoughts are more healthy now
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| I quit searching for the perfect physique
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| I’d prefer to be a person that people feel at ease with when first we meet
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| See, it’s not just about how you look when you’re out with your friends
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| It’s about whether you are looking out for your friends
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| Why are you looking at me?
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| Stuff your physique
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| Beauty’s skin deep, I’d rather be ugly and free
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| Why are you looking at me?
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| Man, stuff your physique
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| Beauty’s skin deep, I’d rather be ugly and me
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| I’m no Michaelangelo’s David
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| My stature isn’t classical
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| Sod a perfect body
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| Mine’s autobiographical
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| Every flaw, every blemish, every scar
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| Is a natural tattooed testament to how I got this far
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| Cosmetics and excrement, I can’t detect the difference
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| Except that the expensive one is what you want to get for Christmas
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| My head’s significantly bigger than average
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| You’ll laugh when you see me getting a hat fitted
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| It’s the massivest
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| But that’s the thing, it’s a trivial matter
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| Except when acceptance happens to be the thing that you’re after
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| Call me an ignorant rapper, spitting the dumbest rhymes
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| But you can stick your opinion where the sun doesn’t shine
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| And for a chap my bum’s more like Nicki’s than Miley’s
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| What a kick in the hiney
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| But so what? |
| My friends think of me highly
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| Despite my glitches, they think that I’m the nicest guy
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| We like a bit of variety
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| It’s the spice of life
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| Why are you looking at me?
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| Stuff your physique
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| Beauty’s skin deep, I’d rather be ugly and free
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| Why are you looking at me?
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| Man, stuff your physique
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| Beauty’s skin deep, I’d rather be ugly and me |