I got into an argument with Sketch about Margaret Court.
Started on a very safe topic, or so I thought.
I say, 'Sketch tell me something about yourself,
'Cause we just met and I don't know you very well.'
He says, 'Well I'm the best truck driver in the state
And you commie fascists wanna take a champion's pride away!'

Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.
(Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.)
Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.
(Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.)

To be fair, he told me he was private and I egged him on,
'Cause I was tryna figure out if he had a favourite movie, book or song.
I say, 'Sketch I'm only trying to learn about your hobbies.'
He says, 'Just what I'd expect from the dole bludger lobby.'
I say, 'What's the dole got to do with homophobic tennis?'
And he says, 'You know.' But I don't.

Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.
(Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.)
Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.
(What the fuck are you talking about?)

I dunno how we got here.
This conversation's outta control.
I was tryna be friendly,
But now Sketch is on a roll -
He says, 'This is why I only really talk to my friends.'
I say, 'Nah man it's because you only talk to your friends.'
And I insult him as I leave and then I feel like an arsehole,
But at least I'm not as much of an arsehole as Margaret Court.

Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.
(Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.)
Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.
(Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.)
Ah well,
Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.
(Margaret Court's an arsehole; What the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.)
Sketch, what the hell Sketch, what the fuck Sketch, come on.
(What the fuck are you on about?)