Sketchead

He's coming to your party

He's walking up your drive

And he's swinging all his keys round

Sketchead

He's seen you with ya top off

He already know's your boyfriend

Retain your introduction

Sketchead

There comes the protagonist

The pips in your quince

The hour behind the spiral

The itch you can't itch in your ear

And the knot that shattered your packet of peppermints

Sketchead

There's poison in his spit

He'll complement your tits

And leave you to your wits

Sketchead

Convincingly insisting the tyres were bald

When you gave him the car

Sketchead

Still coming to your party

Still walking up your drive

And he's swinging all his keys round on his finger

As a pendulum to unnerve

And then there's you

You've changed

I approached you like you were the same

But soon it was apparent a new name was required

Your lips went on fire

Accomplishments that mean while I

Captivated by your magazine skin

The tint on your limbs

That obscures to begin

And you know full well

That anyone who says that they don't prefer the sequel

Will still be swinging on themselves tonight