Gonna tell you about a man I know So come on and listen to me His names is Paul but he’s known to all As the one and only Mr G Now Mr G always eats his tea But no dairy products please He’ll let a plate of chips pass by his lips But he gets sick at the smell of cheese He lives at home with his mom and his dad Even though he’s over forty And when he goes out with the Lads He never does anything naughty What does he do when he goes up to The Lake District on his own Does he get pissed, is he a naturist Does he get a dirty whore down on his bone On a Saturday he goes to the match And stands there on the kop With his bright red coat and his woolly hat His radio and his thermal socks When the weathers cold he just don't care His cheeks they go all ruddy You can always find him cheering the team Shouting come on and get the bloody Oh oh oh Mr G He's not like you and me He's never late for his tea He drives a Mazda 3 He's never had VD He's not like you and me No he's not like you and me Oh oh oh Mr G He drives a Mazda 3 Oh Oh Oh Mr G |