Sharky 17* - Inspecter 7

Short crop mutton chop cut so clean

Pasta makin' paysan, Olive Garden green

Stompin' feet, we call him «meat», and you know what I mean

What’s his name?

Sharky 17!

Oi!

Sharky 17!

Oi!

Sharky 17

Boot to the pedal, speeding Route 18

Stops at Taco Bell, fills up on some beans

Gas ass, working class, stinking up his jeans

What do we call him?

Sharky 17!

Oi!

Sharky 17!

Oi!

Sharky 17

One, two, three, Oi!

Sharky 17!

Oi!

Sharky 17

Doesn’t choose a poison, keeps his senses clean

And if you want to fuck with him there’s gonna be scene

He’ll stomp your face to blood red paste, and I won’t intervene

Feel the bratty wrath of Sharky 17!

Oi!

Sharky 17!

Oi!

Sharky 17!

Oi!

Sharky 17!

Oi!

What do we call him?

Sharky 17