"Sketchead" Lyrics

Sketchead,
He's coming to your party,
He's walking up your drive
And he's swinging all his keys round.
Sketchead,
He's seen you with your top off.
He already knows your boyfriend retain your introductions.
Sketchead,
That cumbersome protagonist,
The pips in your quince,
The eye behind the spyhole,
The itch you can't itch in your ear
And the knock that shattered your packet of peppermints.

Sketchead,
There's poison in his spit.
He'll compliment your tits
And leave you to your wits.
Sketchead,
Convincingly insisting the tyres were bald when you gave him the car.
Sketchead.
Still coming to your party,
Still walking up your drive
And still swinging all his keys round on his finger
As a pendulum to unnerve

And then there's you,
You've changed.
I approach you like you were the same.
But soon it was apparent a new name was required,
New lips went and fired accomplishments at me.
While I'm captivated by your magazine skin,
The tint on your limbs is obscures to begin
And you know full well
That anyone who says that,
They don't prefer the sequel
And'll still be swinging on themselves tonight.