Son

[Intro] [Instrumental solo] Back row legends, sharp as switchblades Teachers flinch when our brigade invades Quips cut clean with a wolfish grin Every poor sod trapped in our din Rick Mayall screaming in the neon glow Eddie Hitler stealing the show, losing control We studied their chaos, rehearsed their art You were the wildest spark in my cheeeky heart We thought we were untouchable, bulletproof skin Too clever for the world, unstoppable sin [ Oh Son! Hair like wildfire, handbag flying Pouring pints for fools while soberly defying Two daughters, two worlds, you make 'em both run Yeah, you're crazy, brilliant — my one and only Son! Oh Son! Pubs and pints, a tee-total queen Running the room like a well-oiled machine Handbag like a drumstick, tapping the beat Dancing through chaos with unstoppable feet One girl steady, finally walking straight One girl shining, dancing with fate And you, Son, holding it all in your palm Never missing a beat, never letting 'em fall From mischief and mayhem we carved our name Still sharp, still dangerous — never tamed Oh Son! Hair like wildfire, handbag flying Pouring pints for fools while soberly defying Two daughters, two worlds, you make 'em both run Yeah, you're crazy, brilliant — my one and only 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 a hurricane Still that girl with the dangerous brain I'm shouting, cheering, raising my gun Oi, you magnificent bastard — you're still my Son! Oh Son! Hair like wildfire, handbag flying Pouring pints for fools while soberly defying Two daughters, two worlds, you make 'em both run Yeah, you're crazy, brilliant — my one and only Son! Oh Son! Yeah, you're crazy, brilliant — my Son!