An Ode to Schools Cup Rugby Part 2

I’m proud to come from a life of privilege
We’ve got a huge fucking mansion outside Foxrock village
Three beamers and a Merc and a rolls Royce too
I spent all my life laughin’ at plebs like you
My Dad’s retired on a massive pension
In school I’ve never ever had to do detention
I’m arrogant I’m a right spoiled pup
Cos I’m the hero of the Leinster Schools Cup

Gonna get a job with Anglo-Irish
Even though I’ll probably bring down the bank
I failed all my leaving failed every one
I’m not the brightest if I’m being frank
But my Daddy’s on the board of directors
He’ll set me up doing filing at full pay
Here’s a cushy number for you now there son
Just sit around do nothing every day

OMG I’m a legend
OMG I’m a star
OMG I’m a rugby god
But out of school I won’t get too far

I met a girl from Mount Anville
One night beside the Wesley pitch
She played hard to get and she wouldn’t come to me so I said “you are a fucking bitch”
So I scored another bird right in front of her
Showed her I could have my pick
She came crawling right back grovelling to me
And on the centre spot she sucked my fucking dick

I’m a schools cup rugby legend
They all want to be on my side
I’m a fucking schools rugby cup legend
Every night I get a different ride

I never have to do any homework
All the teachers have to give me straight a’s
I’m the outhalf for the S and I do what I want
Messing with me never pays

All the goys wanna be me, the girls wanna be with me
the teachers wanna please me, the crowds wanna see me

One night I went a drinkin’ down the Burlo
I was high from snorting lines of creatine
The goys got into a scrap out in the car park
You know we always love to make a scene
I decided I was goin’ to do some damage
I lined one up and hit him in the head
All that kicking practice came in handy
In ten minutes he was lying down there dead

But I never had to worry bout’ being arrested
Because my family had bought off all the law
Just shut your fucking mouths and keep a secret
And remember to forget everything you saw
And why would I feel in any way guilty
Sympathy for others is a load of shite
I’m the upper class I rule you scum
You and me know well that it is my birthright