When the big one talks; huge, heavy, deep voice
When he walks his feet rise six feet off the ground
Seems indestructible and intimidating
When he's in deep thought
You just can't tell what he's contemplating now
But the small one's smart
Some would call him wiry
To him it's art, and his pallet's colourful
This man is proof that looks can be deceiving
Confident of victory, the fun for him is in conceiving how
They both want it, need it, love it
It makes them feel like they belong
When these two meet, it's back in the alley
Neither of them strangers to the venue or the clientele
They are unaware of any negative consequences
Their one concern is impressing those in audience tonight
With a fight to end all fights
With so much in common, you'd think that
They both could get along
They both want it, need it, love it
It makes them feel like they belong
With so much in common you'd think that
They both could get along
Why can't they get along?