A Little Ditty (Live at The Bodega)

Gang member, we've been told what to do I didn't realise it 'til my neck got rigid I've been following white lines all my life True time tell, drop the castle, avoid the disco dancers Now I'm sold out doing V-cuts Now for the kid in the morgue's paramedics You should have thought about that one well, huh Heart stopper, head player My name's Richard, all I can see is here Breathless, incinerate, processed cheese Become what we ate, become what we are A series one between it to reach a series four Drive, drive, six pints, drive, drive White tea, Kit-Kat, take the one in your room Join the elite, you sold yourself to no one Pied piper, whisky note The fucking Wonderwalls, The man on the moon A little D and it's all gone wrong I've gone to step, no time to sing along A little D and it's all gone wrong A little D, a little D Angus, friend, don't leave me alone Frank, hook up, you're not gonna wonder I've got my finger from a man I can't worry so I'm under again, son A little D and it's all gone wrong I've gone to step, no time to sing along The band from the eighties, I'm humbled What are you called? The group called Raincatcher I've been around ages, you tool We were up in the top room of the hall Getting everywhere past the big upstairs, well You're V-shaped against a head, mate Short bitch yarn, have you been through a poo poo barn? Nightclub, dead faces Dead, dead, dead, nights in the cubicle Bed-squeezing, screwing up faces Last chance, custom wheels on the next big thing You'll scratch my van, I don't scratch anything Apart from my nads, I'm Mick I'm born to be banned Jumped up in my bed of wet death Currywurst, smashed, and in a frying pan A little D and it's all gone wrong I've gone to step, no time to sing along A little D and it's all gone wrong A little D, a little D, a little D, a little D I've gone to step, no time to sing along