He struts his stuff You’ve had enough He just won’t leave There’s no relief

He talks too loud
He walks too proud
You’ve had your fill
But he’s still here

Acts like a king
Like he’s everything
You roll your eyes
He doesn’t recognise you

He won’t back down
Keeps turning lives around
You just wish he’d go
He doesn’t want to know

Time for drastic action For your own satisfaction Time to change the locks Time to burn his socks

Get out, don’t come back Get out, you’re not welcome here

(c) words and music G Todd 2025