Tommo is a hard knock, knows his way 'round here Everybody moves away when he comes near Knife in his pocket, hand on his balls Walking like he doesn't know how to walk at all Tommo always stoned, don't know what day it is Which is a shame 'cause sober he's exceptionally thick Tommo always angry, Tommo never cry Except when they get serious on "Footballers Wives" No, he don't like the women, says women are all s*uts Although he's barely touched one 'cause he hasn't got the guts He don't like the Asians, says they're gonna bomb us all Although he's barely spoken to a single one at all He don't like the Polish "cause they'll take all the jobs" Although he'd rather k** himself than ever get a job He don't like the dykes, says they're all just like men Why don't they wanna f** him like the p**no mags say? Oh! Tommo is a hard knock, knows his way 'round here Everybody moves away when he comes near Knife in his pocket, hand on his balls Walking like he doesn't know how to walk at all Tommo always stoned, don't know what day it is Which is a shame 'cause sober he's exceptionally thick Tommo always angry, Tommo never cry Except when they get serious on "Footballers Wives" No, he don't like the queers, queers make him sick Even the ones he forces to go down and s** his dick He don't like the Irish, he don't like the blacks But when asked to join the BNP he said, "What's that?" He would hate the working cla** if he weren't so poor He would love his granny if she weren't so f**ing old He would love his brother if his brother weren't a "spaz" He would love his mother if she weren't so f**ing fat Go home! Go home No-one loves you, Tommo Go home Go home Oh Tommo, Tommo, just f** off home! We don't want you here