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stereotype (live at le bataclan) - the specials lyrics

[chorus]
he’s just a stereotype
he drinks his age in pints
he has girls every night
he doesn’t really exist

[post-chorus]
whoa whoa, whoa-ooh-whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa
whoa whoa, whoa-ooh-whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa
whoa whoa, whoa-ooh-whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa
whoa whoa, whoa whoa

[verse 1]
he spends his weekends with a load of blokes
he forgets the punchline when he tells a joke
he wants to go out, he don’t want to stay home
sit there and watch color tv on his own

[chorus]
he’s just a stereotype
he drinks his age in pints
he has girls every night
and listens to his stereo

[post-chorus]
whoa whoa, whoa-ooh-whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa
whoa whoa, whoa-ooh-whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa
whoa whoa, whoa-ooh-whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa
whoa whoa, whoa whoa

[verse 2]
he blame his fiancee when he got fatigue
the doctor said no drink for 17 weeks
he wants to go out, he don’t want to go home
’cause look at two fingers go straight down his throat

[chorus]
he’s just a stereotype
he drinks his age in pints
he has girls every night
he doesn’t really exist

[bridge]
the tablets are finished, the cure is complete
he hasn’t had a drink now for 17 weeks
17 pints, tonight is the night
goes straight to his head, he ends up in a fight

[verse 3]
police chase him home through the dark rainy night
fluorescent jam sandwich with flashing blue light
his mum’s waiting up, she hopes he’s alright
but he’s wrapped ’round a lamppost on saturday night

[chorus]
he’s just a stereotype
he drinks his age in pints
he has girls every night
and listens to his stereo

[post-chorus]
whoa whoa, whoa-ooh-whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa
whoa whoa, whoa-ooh-whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa
whoa whoa, whoa-ooh-whoa, whoa whoa, whoa whoa

[outro]
uncle drew bought him clothes
because him never have a stereo
listen, right?
i’m gonna tell you a story about my uncle drew
my uncle drew never smoke weed
my uncle drew don’t smoke crack cocaine
no crack cocaine for my uncle drew
all he want is some b-ss and rhythm
b-ss and rhythm, my uncle drew
my uncle drew
rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
my uncle drew, my uncle drew
my uncle drew, my uncle drew
my uncle drew, my uncle drew
(all i want is my stereo
and all i want is my stereo
and all i want is my stereo
and all i want is my stereo)

- the specials lyrics

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