All of your friends are cunts Your mother is a ballpoint pen thief Notoriety follows you Like beatings follow rain Bring on the big hitters You've got a prophet's name You've got a prophet's name You've got a prophet's name Still, all of your tales are lies You've never been to Alton Towers Michael Caine doesn't follow you And you've never been to Spain Bring on the go-getters You've got a prophet's name You've got a prophet's name You've got a prophet's name You've got a prophet's name You've got a prophet's name You've got a prophet's name You've got a prophet's name What Gareth Brown says What Gareth Brown says What Gareth Brown says What Gareth Brown says What Gareth Brown says What Gareth Brown says What Gareth Brown says What Gareth Brown says