Theres a mile long queue at the chippy
I wish I was at my Grans for tea
These people call me their friend, but they dont think the same as me


Are you fed up chasing your tail round this housing scheme
Drinkin your drink now

And staying up too early in the morning

I wander through the streets of Dundee

Mum said you shouldnt walk them alone
A fights a fight, n thats quite alright
But please leave the tools at home


You lower standards and expectations of love
You never aim for people that you think are levels above

Youre always chasing the same skirts round
Round the local pub


Where were you when I needed you?
Up the posh end of town
Youre supposed to protect and serve

Youre out for a perve just driving around