The Courteeners - Sycophant By Adam Blackburne (Some lyrics are missing/incorrect) I’ll never dance with a Sycophant I’d rather entertain disdain from someone who I love at least you know where you stand you’ll never understand #// x2 Keep your eyes on your own work son do your homework son you’ll never be undone we’re like a father and a son we will never be undone #// x2 I’ll ask you; are my clothes alright? Is my hair alright? You can say what you want cos its what we like we are judged on everything single thing we do we could not care less cos we are us not you you say you’re clued up i think you’re glued up You’re seen everywhere in town but you’re never with a friend you know everybodys name you’re the king of pretend #// The proofs in the pudding and the gigs you’ve not even been to Woolworths to buy your mix You flirt with the weather a kneeling knave? Billy Shakespeare would be spinning in his grave are my clothes alright? Is my hair alright? You can say what you want cos its what we like we are judged on everything single thing we do we could not care less cos we are us not you you say you’re clued up i think you’re glued up You’re seen everywhere in town but you’re never with a friend you know everybodys name you’re the king of pretend are my clothes alright? Is my hair alright? You can say what you want cos its what we like we are judged on everything single thing we do we could not care less cos we are us not you you say you’re clued up i think you’re glued up You’re seen everywhere in town but you’re never with a friend you know everybodys name you’re the king of pretend You’d rather dance with a Sycophant how do you sleep How do you get Up Get Fucked