The Rival – Richard ThompsonBy Oh, I can lick you fairly, squarelyGive your head a mighty crackMake your nose bleed down your shirt frontWith one hand behind my backToorah loorah, toorah loorahToorah loorah, toorah loorahI set my heart on Jeannie WilsonShe’s the one I’m going to seeIf you’re of the same persuasionThere’s no room for you and meToorah loorah, toorah loorahToorah loorah, toorah loorahI love to see those stuffy airs and gracesThe more pumped up, the more they tend to fall right on their facesYou might have a few pounds on meYou might have the edge in heightBut I can do a trick or twoTo rattle your teeth and dim your lightsToorah loorah, toorah loorahToorah loorah, toorah loorahI love to see those stuffy airs and gracesThe more pumped up, the more they tend to fall right on their facesYou come from a different planetSexy motor, groovy tanI fought my way up from underI don’t have no back-up planToorah loorah, toorah loorahToorah loorah, toorah loorah www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20