Ant Smith

Anger

Git-tar Boy

You’re a GIT

With a GIT_tar

That makes you a dick

Yes

You’re a GIT

With a GIT_tar

You’re a fucking dick

You’re a cliché incarnate

Your music plays on stereotypes

You wear your pants, of course, too tight

And you pout with a down-casted eye

A special haircut on your head

Your beautiful tunnel-visioned eyes

Guitar fitting to your breast

You show us your feminine side

You’re a GIT

With a GIT_tar

That makes you a dick

Yes

You’re a GIT

With a GIT_tar

You’re a fucking dick

With pock-marked skin and puppy fat

You sing about this, n you sing about that

Oh man, life is hard when you’re a twat

N boy, do you sing from tender heart

Your ditties finish as they start

You’re a cliché incarnate

Your music plays on stereotypes

You’re a cliché incarnate

Anger