Pretenders — Hate for Sale

[Chorus] Hate for sale Hate for sale He won't get hung or go to jail He's got a curly tongue and a curly tail But mostly he has hate for sale [Verse 1] Call it luck or inherited title A guy like that is arrogant, idle He takes and gets whatever he likes Women, cars and motorbikes [Verse 2] He dines on calves, butchered and bled Tankards of wine, burgundy red Handmade suits and shoes and socks Ooh, his breath could stop the clocks [Pre-Chorus] Ooh, here he comes He's so predictable [Chorus] Hate for sale Hate for sale He won't get hung or go to jail He's got a curly tongue and a curly tail He's got a curly tongue and a curly tail [Verse 3] Money in the bank and coke in his pocket Porn all day, wanks like a rocket Teeth capped, ooh, he goes to the gym Chest waxed, ooh, I look like him [Outro] Hate for sale Hate for sale Hate for sale Hate for sale