P. Paul Fenech - A Bastards advice

SKITZO FENECH ’’Hit ’em dirty and kick ’em low, Fight ’em like dog mate, go on give your teeth ago. Spit in their eye give ’em show’’ LYRICS: Working with his guitar, ive really been around. I played every shithole from hell to London town. I must have seen a thousand bar fights, and some of them weren’t nice. And so i asked a good friend if he could give me advice. HE SAID: ’’Hit ’em dirty and kick ’em low, Fight ’em like dog mate, go on give your teeth ago. Spit in their eye give ’em show’’ As long as you’re the last man standing who the fuck’s gonna know. And this was my good friends advice. Once i was a soldier, boys. I wore the royal green. My sergeant was hardest man, that i’ve ever seen. Pissed up in the pub one night, a smile upon his face, he leaned across the table and said: Oi! Paul , please hear my case, he said, get evil, use every trick. And if the bastard won’t