Stereotype/Stereotypes (Part 2) - The Specials

He’s just a stereotype

He drinks his age in pints

He has girls every night

And he doesn’t really exist

He spends his weekends with a load of blokes

He forgets the punchline when he tells a joke

He wants to stay out, he don’t want to go home

'Til his nicotine fingers are stuffed down his throat

He’s just a stereotype

He drinks his age in pints

He drives home pissed at night

And he listens to his stereo

He blamed his fiancée when he caught vd

The doctor said, «No drink for seventeen weeks»

He wants to go out but he has to stay home

Sit in and watch colour tv on his own

He’s just a stereotype

He drinks his age in pints

He drives home pissed at night

And he listens to his stereo

The tablets are finished, the cure is complete

He hasn’t had a drink now for seventeen weeks

Seventeen pints, tonight is the night

It goes straight to his head, he ends up in a fight

Police chase him home through the dark rainy night

Fluorescent jam sandwich with flashing blue light

His mums waiting up, she hopes he’s alright

But he’s wrapped 'round a lamp post on Saturday night

He’s just a stereotype

He drinks his age in pints

He has girls every night

He doesn’t really exist

Me uncle Joe, walkin' door

Firin' them, I have a stereo

So I buy a little stereo and I watch uncle Joe with a girl

So I said to this girl, «Step up on by my yard, we go jiggo my stereo»

Something goes like me go say

Me take the little girl in at me yard and show her little system

The girl look at a system but this is not my stereo, you know

I want a little bass so you to touch this

I want a little…, and touch that

All I want is my stereo

All I want is my stereo

I don’t drink no beer

I don’t drink no something called whiskey 'cause I don’t wanna feel so frisky

All I smoke is my herbs, herbs and my stereo

Things get from bad to worse I can’t even walk down the street

I don’t feel at ease because what they call me, they call me the stereotype

He’s the one who’s got it stereo, stereo

My uncle Joe told me about my stereo

Fire me, walking door, uncle Joe, uncle Joe;

he never had a stereo, walking door

Leave me girl

I don’t want you, I don’t need no drink

I don’t want no whiskey to feel so frisky, all I want is my stereo

So here is what I say, go down town today and by you a stereo

If you don’t want to drink or go to pub

'Cause untill you’re sober, you drink and drive you’re bound to get killed

Ooh, say, say you stop in until you fly 'till you feel so relaxed with your

stereo

And don’t forget the thing called, called it, called the weed

I don’t need no speed to make me go fast

Just give me little 45 and 33

Buy me stereo, I want to be free, stereo

I, I, I’m a stereotype

I’m a stereotype

And that’s no joke

Yo, I don’t feel it, 'cause I will tell you, switch on tonight

I feel the stereo

More bass, do this…

More treble

Leave me, leave me girl

I don’t want new s***s, I just want my stereo

That’s all, music be all, oh lord

Stereo, stereo, stereo, stereo, stereo, tell me so, stereo

Leave me;

just leave me and my stereo because I am a stereotype

And that’s the way I wanna be

I don’t wanna be high

Move ya’ll

Bring, bring, bring, bring, bring, bring, bring, bring, bring, bring

Leave my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, leave my stereo, stereo, stereo, stereo,

stereo

Leave, leave, leave my stereo

Oh don’t tell my stereo, stereo, stereo, stereo, stereo