His name is Brandan, a short fat stumpy bloke

He listens to no one and drinks diet coke

Lots of coffee and energy drinks

Prey you never smell his breath, because my god it stinks

 

He wanders around like he’s god’s gift to women

But that’s not the case and his bull shit is brimming

Out from his mouth as he’s speaks so much shit

You would get knocked the hell out as if you’d been hit 

 

The arrogance he has should not exist

He lives in a dream world, surely he’s pissed

Nobody likes him he should be a ref

That short fat stumpy bloke called Brandan breath