Mickey Rourke goes full 'Wrestler' on a housemate.

There’s a storm in the house and a fist in the air

Lock the doors, hide the keys, hit the deck

He’s lookin' for a reason just to snap a little neck

Mickey, Mickey, don’t you lose your cool

It’s a reality show, not a boxing school

He’s got the gravel in his voice and the fire in his eyes

He’s done with the games and the velvet-lined lies

From the big screen to the small screen brawl

He’s about to put his roommate through the drywall

Eviction notice?

Nah, he’s the landlord now

Take a bow, Mickey, take a bow

Check the ratings tomorrow.