Hot Dog

Fix me a hot dog with jelly, Unc I've had craving since withdrawing from Low-grade acid and cocaine bumps I can't sleep at night or hold a decent job But given time I can turn this around Go and stay at my mum's, keep my feet on the ground The next thing I know I've got my hand in her purse Instead of feeling bad I feel a whole lot worse Fix me a bagel with dog food on And don't forget the mangetout I won't be long Get with a guy who can write a song And who won't make love With his trousers on I go see my gran, she's making me tea Telling me stories, hassling me I puke on the floor, not much I can do I don't say a word Just leave, wouldn't you? I'm wasting the days, I'm wasting my life Seeking the quick fix, no kids or a wife Promising this and promising that The only thing to show is a mess on the mat Yeah Once a big shot I had something on But I've got nothing on I've got nothing on Keep the wolf From the door The door