(After Horace, Epode VI – Quid Immerentis Hospites)
Why does he pick on her, he knows she won’t fight back?
Not so big now is he?
Let him have a go at me; set his lip up,
he’ll get as much as he gives
and I’m not scared of your big mouth either;
others might be; not me.
I’ll roll up my sleeves to anyone; you try it.
I don’t care who you think you are.
Your lot always have a go at the quiet ones,
but I reckon your bark’s worse than your bite.
Well watch it, ‘cos I’ve got your card marked now
and I’m just ready for a fight.
I’d like to remind you how I dealt with the ‘Close’ woman,
I made mincemeat out of her if you remember,
so don’t think your reputation scares me one little bit.
And we’re not leaving ‘till he says ‘sorry’.