Knock 'Em Out

Alright, so this is is a song about anyone, it could be anyone

You're just doin' your own thing and someone comes out the blue

They're like, alright, but he's sayin', "Yeah, can I take your digits?"

And you're like, "No, not in a million years, you're nasty, please leave me alone,"

Cut to the pub on a lad's night out

Man at the bar 'cause it was his shout

Clocks this bird, and she looks okay

She caught him looking and walks his way

"Alright, darlin, you gonna buy us a drink, then?"

"Err, no, but I was thinking of buying one for your friend"

She's got no taste, hand on his waist

Tries to pull away, but her lip's on his face

"If you insist, I'll have a white wine spritzer,"

"Sorry, love, but you ain't a pretty picture,"

Can't knock 'em out, you can't walk away

Try desperately to think of the politest way to say (Sorry, yeah, fuck no)

Just get out my face, just leave me alone

And no, you can't have my number

(Why?) 'Cause I lost my phone

Oh yeah, actually, I'm  pregnant

Um, yeah, I'm havin' a baby in like six months

So no, yeah, yeah

I recognize this guy's way of thinking

As he walks over, her face starts sinking

She's like, "Oh, here we go,"

It's a routine check that she already knows

She's thinking (They're all the same)

"Yeah, you alright, baby? You look quite still. Yeah, what's your name?"

She looks in her bag, takes out a fag

Tries to get away from the guy on a blag

Can't find a light, "Use mine,"

"You see, the thing is, I just don't have the time,"

Can't knock 'em out, you can't walk away

(Can't knock 'em out, you can't walk away)

Try desperately to think of the politest way to say

(Uh, I'm really sorry, but not this time)

Just get out my face, just leave me alone

And no, you can't have my number

'Cause I lost my phone

Go away now, let me go

Are you stupid, or just a little slow?

Go away now, I've made myself clear (First thing's first)

No, it's not gonna happen, not in a million years

You can't knock 'em out, you can't walk away

(You can't knock 'em out, and you can't walk away)

Try desperately to think of the politest way to say

Just get out my face, just leave me alone

And no, you can't have my number

'Cause I lost my phone

Can't knock 'em out, you can't walk away

Try desperately to think of the politest way to say (Uh, actually, I'm gettin' married next week)

Just get out my face, just leave me alone (I mean, seriously)

And no, you can't have my number

'Cause I lost my phone

Nah, I gotta go 'cause my house is on fire

I've got, I've got herpes, err, no, syphilis