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