Hey hey hey
Hey hey
Well he always shows up late
With that look upon his face
He's a mate of a mate
He's so fucking second rate
Charlie's a dickhead
Charlie's a dickhead
Well everybody thinks he's cool
Cos he didn't go to school
He's a DJ he's a cameraman
He hasn't got a fucking plan
Charlie's a dickhead
Charlie's a dickhead
But oh my god he's just so fucking fit
I don't know why my stomach's doing flips
I grab you by the throat, you clench your fist
Shut the f*ck up
Give me a kiss
Bleh bleh bleh
Eyy when I hate his floppy hair
And his jacket with a tear
And his strutting and his tutting
Oh it just not fair that
Charlie's a dickhead
Charlie's a dickhead
Well I thought that I could fight
But I didn't have the bite
Think I'm in a losing battle
Cos he won't leave me alone
Charlie's a dickhead
Charlie's a dickhead
But oh my god he's just so fucking fit
I don't know why my stomach's doing flips
You grab me by the throat, I clench my fist
Shut the f*ck up
Give me a kiss
