Old Man - Stella Donnelly

He’s reading sport on the news

White man, white teeth in a suit, he’s got that style

And then alone in his house

He wants to take baby out, «Give us a smile»

Boy, if you touch her again

I’ll tell your wife and your kids about that time

'Cause this is not '93

You lost your spot on the team, you’re out of line

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I’ve worked too hard for this chance

To not be biting the hand that feeds the hate

So have a chat to your friends

'Cause it’s our words that’ll keep our daughters safe

Your personality traits don’t count

If you put your dick in someone’s face

And no, it’s never too late

We sat there silently while you kept your job

And your place and your six-figure wage

Oh, are you scared of me, old man?

Or are you scared of what I’ll do?

You grabbed me with an open hand

The world is grabbin' back at you

Oh, are you scared of me, old man?

Or are you scared of what I’ll do?

You grabbed me with an open hand

The world is grabbin' back at you

Oh, are you scared of me, old man?

Or are you scared of what I’ll do?

You grabbed me with an open hand

The world is grabbin' back at you

Ha-ha