Shut Up You Knob!

Verse 1:
I was sipping my tea, minding my biz,
When a loudmouth starts spouting like a fizz.
Opinions so bold, but none of them right,
Like arguing with pigeons under streetlight.

Pre-Chorus:
He’s got a soapbox, I’ve got an earache,
His logic’s flimsier than a pancake.
You’d think he’d stop, take a little breath,
But he’s charging on, shouting us to death!

Chorus:
Shut up, you knob, just give it a rest,
Your nonsense isn’t passing the intellect test.
We’re all out of patience, we’ve heard enough,
Do yourself a favor and zip that stuff!

Verse 2:
Every pub has one, that self-proclaimed king,
Who knows all about everything.
Politics, football, the meaning of life,
Still can’t find the remote or please his wife.

Pre-Chorus:
He’s the expert, he’s got all the facts,
Until Google shows he’s talking quacks.
Oh, bless his heart, he means so well,
But his brain’s gone on holiday, can’t you tell?

Chorus:
Shut up, you knob, just give it a rest,
Your wisdom’s as sharp as a soggy vest.
You’ve lost the plot, you’re out of touch,
Shut up, you knob, it’s all too much!

Bridge:
We don’t need your theories on the moon,
Or your thoughts on the proper way to spoon.
Take a break, man, let silence win,
Let’s give our sanity a fighting chance to begin.

Chorus:
Shut up, you knob, just give it a rest,
Your verbal gymnastics fail to impress.
We love you, mate, but you’re barking mad,
Shut up, you knob, before it gets bad!

Outro:
So if you’re the knob, here’s a friendly tip,
Put a lid on it, let the silence drip.
We’ll all raise a glass, say “cheers, my friend,”
To the glorious sound of the quiet in the end.