The Specials — Stereotype Live at Le Bataclan

[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 bass and rhythm Bass 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)