Son

Oi, you magnificent bastard, Son! Back row legends, sharp as knives, Teachers trembling at our lives, Quips delivered with a grin, Every poor sod trapped in our din. Rik Mayall screaming in the glow, Ade losing it, stealing the show, We studied chaos, rehearsed the art — You're a complete bastard - a wild spark in my heart. And we thought we were untouchable, Too clever for anyone, unstoppable… Oh Son! Crazy colored hair and a handbag flying, Pouring pints for fools while sober and defying, Two daughters, two worlds, and you make it run, Yeah, you’re crazy, brilliant — my Son! Oh Son! Pubs and pints, a tee-total queen, Running the room like a machine, Handbag like a drumstick, tapping the beat, Dancing through chaos with unstoppable feet. One girl steady, carrying the weight, One girl shining, dancing with fate, And you, Son, holding it all, Never missing a beat, never letting them fall. From mischief and mayhem we came, Still sharp, still dangerous — always the same… Oh Son! Hair like fire, handbag flying, Pouring pints for fools while sober and defying, Two daughters, two worlds, and you make it run, Yeah, you’re crazy, brilliant — my Son! Oh Son! Crazy bastard antics, "Bottom" on the screen, We were anarchists, ruthless and mean, Schoolyard legends, laughter our crown, Now you’re the queen, never backing down. Handbag swinging, hair insane, Still that girl with the dangerous brain, Oi, you magnificent bastard! Oh Son! Hair like fire, handbag flying, Pouring pints for fools while sober and defying, Two daughters, two worlds, and you make it run, Yeah, you’re crazy, brilliant — my Son! Oh Son! Yeah, you’re crazy, brilliant — my Son!