Can everyone see okay? Like, yeah, everyone? There's no-one sitting behind some tall bastard and fuckin'... You are? Stop whinging! He must be fuckin' tall, that was about ten people. Stop being so selfish. Think about tall bastards, what they have to go through day after day. Yeah, we've got a friend Tom who, you know, goes to shows And he's a tall bastard and he gets shit from people at shows. So we wrote this song about him. And this is for all the other tall fellas out there. He's just a tall man With small aspirations All he wants to do Is see the band Don't give him grief It's my firm belief He can stand Where he wants to stand He got here When the doors opened Found a good spot Way before you He doesn't hate ya, He's just a freak of nature He's God's joke What else can he do? Fucking bastard! The cruel tentacles Of the genetic heritage Tripod: Have wrapped themselves Around his life We shouldn't despise him, We should just study him Perhaps there's a gene we can remove So future generations Can see the band So don't disrespect the beanpoles The beanpoles are just like you and me-poles They mean no harm to others They're just music lovers God made them badly God made them badly