Stereotype (Live At Le Bataclan)

He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He has girls every night
He dosen't really exist

He spends his weekends with a load of blokes
He forgets the punchline when he tells a joke
He wants to go out, he don't want to stay at home
Sit and watch colour tv alone

He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He has girls every night
And he listens to his stereo

He drank his fiancee when he put the deed
The doctor said no drink for 17 weeks
He wants to go out but he has to stay home
So he watches color TV on his own

He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He has girls every night
He doesn't live in the truth

The tablets are finished
The cure is complete
He hasn't had a drink now for 17 weeks
17 pints to limit his night
Goes straight to his head, he ends up in a fight

He's chasing home on a dark rainy night
The race against blue flashing lights
His mom's waking up she hopes he's alright
But he's wrapped round the lamp post on Saturday night

He's just a stereotype
He drinks his age in pints
He has girls every night
And listens to his stereo

Ooh woooow, ooh woow, ooh wooow

Uncle Joe, funky though

Because him never had a stereo
Listen lads I'm gonna tell you a story
About my Uncle Joe
My Uncle Joe never smoked weed
My Uncle don't smoke crack cocaine
No crack cocaine for my Uncle Joe
All he want is some bass and rhythm
Bass and rhythm
My Uncle Joe
My Uncle Joe
hey-hey-hey
My Uncle Joe
My Uncle Joe

And all I want is my stereo
And all I want is my stereo
And all I want is my stereo
And all I want is my stereo