Lamentations in London

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I consider ‘ow me life’s been spent,
why do I bovver? Gerr’us anuvver drink!
I mos’ly live an’ work t’pay the rent.
Ach! ‘Oo wants t’sit arahnd an’ soddin’ fink
abaht the shitty daily grind? I effed
an’ blinded, took the wife away from this
unendin’ grot. Then she upped an’ left.
Oh, you can larf! Go on’n take the piss.

You’re jus’ like ‘Im Up There! ‘E’s gorn, cussed
the rules, pulled the piggin’ plug so fast
what’s lef' fer me t’do but stand an’ bust
m’ spleen? Well, that crap’s all in the past.
I won’t be pukin’ m’ future dahn ‘Is sink,
so gerr’em in, mate. I could murder a bloody drink!