Story Behind The Song
I am not what you would call a poet. Writing lyrics does not come naturally, and I feel that I'm often more Seuss than Salinger. Which is fine, because in this particular case, I got the chorus "I'm gonna fight him" stuck in my head & unearthed some old lyrics I had about a David vs. Goliath-style nerd vs. bully battle, and it really came together well. If you watch the movie Three O'Clock High, you'll understand this song completely.
Song Description
With most of the album already done, I wanted to write something that really harkened back to the previous album & had a big chorus - really this album's version of 'Fortune Favors The Bald'. Bumblefoot put together a whole bunch of loop ideas for me & I took them to my home studio and re-arranged everything before recording all the keyboard parts in one night. The robotic-sounding verse parts is actually my voice after Bumblefoot got his ridiculous production skills all over it - overtuned, overpitched, & fabulously quirky.
| Song Length |
4:22 |
Genre |
Electronic - Electronica, Rock - New Wave |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Heated, Aggressive |
Subject |
Anger, School |
| Similar Artists |
Beck, Nine Inch Nails |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Built like an ox
He's dumb as rocks
Brain like a pea
There's no excuse
For this abuse
Picking on me
Made me eat dirt
Ruined my shirt
He must be proud
Just a big dope
End of my rope
Time to get loud
CHORUS
I'm gonna fight him
Yeah, I'm gonna give him a beating
Yeah, I'm gonna fight him
I'm gonna kick in his teeth
Yeah, I'm gonna fight him
I'm gonna tear him to pieces
Yeah, I'm gonna fight him
Because I finally got beef
Called me a name
Here comes the pain
He better beware
Misunderstood?
Makes him feel good?
I don't really care
Right before lunch
He threw a punch
Knuckle sandwich
He's going down
I'll wear the crown
Won't be his bitch
Please Mr. Bully, just take my milk money
I'm really really sorry, didn't mean to look at you so funny
Please Mr. Bully, not another wedgie
My mommy just bought me some brand new undies, she'll get real mad at me
Come on now, Wooly Bully, pick on someone your own size
I'm sick of all your bully shit, I'm gonna take you by surprise
I'll meet you in the schoolyard, I'll see you after class
You won't look so gargantuan
When I put you on your fucking ass