You’re just Pict (ing) on me.
Well, like they say, you can Pict your friends and you can Pict your nose but you can’t Pict your friend’s nose........
Fe-fe, fi-fi, fo-fo, fum
I smell smoke in the vomitorium
Charlie Blam, Charlie Blam
He wears a tam, that Charlie Blam
He’s gonna get “dissed”
Just you wait and see
(Why’s everybody always pictin’ on me)
That’s him on his knees
I know that’s him
Lickin’ up the mead that spilt
Wind a blowin up his kilt
Charlie Blam, Charlie Blam
He’s on the lam, that Charlie Blam
He’ll never lay a gael
Just you wait and see
(Why’s everybody always pictin’ on me)
Who’s always writing runes on the wall
Who’s always goofing in the Halle
Who’s always throwing stone balls
Guess who (who, me) yeah, you
Who walks into StoneHenge, cool and slow
Who calls the English ruler, Daddy-O
Charlie Blam, Charlie Blam
He’s a scam, that Charlie Blam
He’s gonna get caught
Just you wait and see
(Why’s everybody always pictin’ on me)