The Rival Lyrics

I can lick you fairly, squarely
Give your head a mighty crack
Make your nose bleed down your shirt front
With one hand behind my back

Toorah loorah, torah loorah,
Toorah loorah, torah loorah

Set my heart on Jeannie Wilson
She's the one IòÀÙm going to see
If you're of the same persuasion
There's no room for you and me

Toorah loorah, torah loorah,
Toorah loorah, torah loorah

I love to see those stuffy airs and graces
The more pumped up the more they tend to fall
On their faces

You might have a few pounds on me
You might have the edge in height
But I can do a trick or two
To rattle your teeth and dim your lights

Toorah loorah, torah loorah,
Toorah loorah, torah loorah

You come from a different planet
Sexy motor, groovy tan
I fought my way up from under
I don't have a back-up plan

Toorah loorah, torah loorah,
Toorah loorah, torah loorah