Hooligan, I speak Cockney
In the car at seven, scuffles
Oh yes, grew up in the park
Hyde Park, I'm pouring gasoline
Irish Pub, from the stables to the stars
At the stars' bar with a leather jacket
In paradise with Kurt
Baby, come on
Son of a God, son of a bar, don't make me fight (come on)
Son of a God, son of a bar (come on)
Don't make me fight (baby, come on)
Son of jeans, son of clubs (come on)
Leave me alone (baby, come on)
Son of a bi-, children of stars (come on)
I can still drive (baby, come on)
Son of a God, son of a bar (come on)
Leave me alone
Black bomber jacket, ankle boots, Sunday at mass, cigarette
Oh yes, leather belt, snake
Open shirt, delinquent
Eye bags and Porsche, Kate Moss
Star paradise, on a Rolls
Son of a God, son of a bar, don't make me fight (come on)
Son of a God, son of a bar (come on)
Don't make me fight (baby, come on)
Son of jeans, son of clubs (come on)
Leave me alone (baby, come on)
Son of a bi-, children of stars (come on)
I can still drive (baby, come on)
Son of a God, son of a bar (come on)
Leave me alone (baby, come on)
(Son of a God, son of a bar)
(Son of a God, son of a bar)
Don't make me fight (baby, come on)
(Son of a God, son of a bar)
(Son of a God, son of a bar)
Leave me alone (baby, come on)
Son of a God, son of a bar (come on)
Don't make me fight (baby, come on)
Son of jeans, son of clubs (come on)
Leave me alone (baby, come on)
Son of a bi-, children of stars (come on)
I can still drive (baby, come on)
Son of a God, son of a bar (come on)
Leave me alone (baby, come on, come on)