Jazz butcher

Real men

Jazz butcher
See them leering at the women
See them staring at the girls
Making stupid secret gestures
And shouting stupid senseless words
Oh, they're stronger than a sheet of metal
And they're in the rugby club reserves
They buy the wife a birthday kettle
These are strong men getting on my nerves
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Real men, real men from hell
Real men, real men from hell
Faster than a speeding bullet
See them leaping off that train
All their clothes are stained and dirty
All their girlfriends are ashamed
Real men like to go to the boozer
They play bad darts and they drink bad beer
They get too drunk they look for trouble
And they ask punk rockers if they're queer
( wot you got that hat on for? )

Chorus

All these narrow-minded sun-fed suckers
They're ignorant and they're kept that way
It suits the prats who pay their money
So that is how they're going to stay

Those real men beat on blacks and faggots
Real men stalk in every town
Flash and feisty, mean and nasty
Those real men really get me down

Chorus

Wouldn't happen in China

Real men, real men from Spain
Real men, real men from Mars
Real men, real men from hell
Real men, real men from Hull
Real men, real men from Leeds
Real men, real men from hell
Real men, real men from hell
Real men, real men from hell

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