I Fking Hate Ska

Comes to a gig and he stands at the back Trying his best not to let a smile crack He's shaking his head but he's tapping his foot Fighting the beat and trying not to look Pretends its an accident he's at the show And hoping he doesn't see people he knows Ska albums hidden in the front of his car 'Cus if you ask him he'll say 'I fucking hate ska I fucking hate ska I fucking hate ska But he's here at the bar And I fucking hate ska When the upstrokes start up he rises to his feet And says real punk music shouldn't be so upbeat But when the Specials come on he's right there from the start 'Cus his guilty pleasure has a two tone heart At a gig won't be seen at the front of the crowd And tries not to applaud when the band takes a bow If you make conversation while he's sat at the bar He'll keep on insisting I fucking hate ska I fucking hate ska I fucking hate ska But he's here at the bar And I fucking hate ska No boots or braces or trilby's for him 'Cus listening to ska is his new deadly sin Likes his music heavy says the treble just hurts But I see him eyeing up all of our merch He'll never admit that when he gets back home He'll be blasting our music through his headphones He drives hours to ska gigs both near and afar But he'll never admit it I fucking hate ska I fucking hate ska I fucking hate ska But he's here at the bar And I fucking hate ska I fucking hate ska I fucking hate ska But he's here at the bar And I fucking hate ska