The Rival - Richard Thompson

Oh, I can lick you fairly, squarely

Give your head a mighty crack

Make your nose bleed down your shirt front

With one hand behind my back

Toorah loorah, toorah loorah

Toorah loorah, toorah loorah

I set my heart on Jeannie Wilson

She’s the one I’m going to see

If you’re of the same persuasion

There’s no room for you and me

Toorah loorah, toorah loorah

Toorah loorah, toorah loorah

I love to see those stuffy airs and graces

The more pumped up, the more they tend to fall right on their faces

You might have a few pounds on me

You might have the edge in height

But I can do a trick or two

To rattle your teeth and dim your lights

Toorah loorah, toorah loorah

Toorah loorah, toorah loorah

I love to see those stuffy airs and graces

The more pumped up, the more they tend to fall right on their faces

You come from a different planet

Sexy motor, groovy tan

I fought my way up from under

I don’t have no back-up plan

Toorah loorah, toorah loorah

Toorah loorah, toorah loorah