[Verse 1] The floor is sticky with the ghosts of last night Sawdust and lager in the neon light The door swings open and the room goes wild Spikey’s in the house, the scene’s favorite child Twelve inches vertical, defying the law PVA glue and a jaw on the floor. [Chorus] He’s the king of the pub and the soul of the street Another year older but he’s never beat! We’ve seen the worst but we’re here for his prime Raising up a glass for the hundredth time Oi! Oi! Spikey’s the man The heart and the soul of the punk rock clan! [Verse 2] A cake made of chaos and frosting so thin With thirty-odd candles for a genuine win The room goes quiet as he draws in a breath Ignoring the hangovers, defying a death He blows ‘em all out with a grin on his face The wildest legend in this godforsaken place. [Chorus] He’s the king of the pub and the soul of the street Another year older but he’s never beat! We’ve seen the worst but we’re here for his prime Raising up a glass for the hundredth time Oi! Oi! Spikey’s the man The heart and the soul of the punk rock clan! [The Breakdown] Wait for the pop, wait for the spray Champagne explosion for his big day A direct hit from a cheap bottle of bubbly The mohawk wilts and it’s looking real ugly From a foot-tall tower to a wet noodle mess A punk rock tragedy in a birthday dress! [Chorus] He’s the king of the pub and the soul of the street Another year older but he’s never beat! We’ve seen the worst but we’re here for his prime Raising up a glass for the hundredth time Oi! Oi! Spikey’s the man The heart and the soul of the punk rock clan! [Final Chorus Outro] The spikes are down but the spirit is high Champagne dripping from a punk rock eye Gravity won but we don’t give a damn He’s still the king in this human jam! SPIKEY! SPIKEY! SPIKEY! One last glass and the drums go heavy!
