There he is, the wee buck, found a spot o' good luck
Think you're on to something do ya?
'Cause I swear you're looking like you're holdin' that chin up
Seems like someone ought to take you down a peg

And who the hell j'a think y'are, y'little ginger numpty
Singing like a little gobshín online
Says 'little bleedin' whopper Johnny internet hard man'
Sending mean comments off his granny's wifi

"Are ya livin' your dream now, Colly?"
"Enjoy it now while you're young there, lad"

Tell me, how's the auld boy, did you make him proud, boy?
Little ceoltóir on his bike now, lad
Do ye' still play guitar? Come on out and grab a jar
When's the date you're leaving now?

Hon' before you're off, one more night on the sauce
'til you're slurring half the lyrics to Spanish Hill
I awoke in California, bleedin' hangin' off me tits
And me head is still in bits, twenty-eight and still a little git

"Are ya livin' your best life, Colly?"
"Enjoy it now while you're young there, lad"
"Sure you'll be flyin' in no time, young man"
There y'are singer man, cocky little ginger man
Think you're getting too big for your wee boots, man
Gimmick's gonna wear off when they all see
All y'do is sing down low

Heard you're moving to the valley, boy, y'wannabe Cali boy
Keep your wits about ye' or you'll find your own finale
Now you think you've gone and made something of yourself
Well all that glitters isn't gold

Well I couldn’t give a toss about some diamonds on your wrist
Or your wan with fake tits or any of this
I'd be happy out to settle down and have a hape' o' kids
And be an auld boy of me own

You're bleedin' livin' your dream, now are ya?
You think you're some bleedin' big shot star, yeah?
Ya little weapons grade twat you are, ya!