My Rival

Oh, my rival
Stands about five foot five
Has long blond hair
And weak blue eyes
My rival
Drives a Triumph sport car
Has muscles
And is a deceitful person
My rival
Is a mechanic on cars
Tells lewd stories and
Drugs in the bars
My rival
He is a Midtown scam
Has lines everywhere
And makes it with ladies
Come on
Oh, and I haven’t got nothing
And I’m dropping off to sleep
And I’m gonna be a killer
I’m gonna shore my confidence up
My rival
I’m gonna stab him on arrival
Shoot him dead with my rifle
My rival
He stole my girl away
Over 'bout a year
She was easy prey
And my rival
Stands about five foot five
Has long blond hair
And weak blue eyes
My rival
Drives a Triumph sport car
Has muscles
And is a deceitful person too
My rival
Sounds pretty hot