We like rubbish at the front of our house because we thinks its neat
for everyone walking by to walk in a soiled street.
We like rubbish out the front of our house because you are a fool
For putting rubbish into bins like they are sins. Yeeeeehhhaaahha you tool!
We like rubbish out the front of our house because we got no self-esteem
We like rubbish out the front of our house because we feel like rubbish on the streets
It’s art You fools And I won’t have to pay a fine because its on private property!
Now get with the program and get littering! (GROAN)
We like litter at the front of our house because we are lazy, going cr4zy, in the handsome city, where everything is pretty and everyone eats in restaurants but all I have is this begging bowl! (OH)
We Um like rubbish Um because the Um proletariat are socially um stratified, um. right?
We’re not lazy, were not dirty, we understand why your getting all shirty
because we got it, we like living in shit, so get down with us you fools.(HAHAHAHAHAHA!)
Who’s to blame we’re all the same WE ALL HAD PARENTS!
WHAT WOULD THEY SAY?
OI’m lonely in my room
listening to the gloom
It’s all so interesting
OI’m going into town
to see what’s going down
In the store and on the street
Someone to see
OI’m not meeting anyone
this way seems so lame
Everyone seems so tame
OI’m not hungry for your
Thai but I’d share a coke
Bet your wonderin’ why
OI’m not in work anymore
I’m on long terms sick
On accounts of my head
OI’m not from round here
either. Come in closer
let me show you a map
of my home.
OI’m a steady sort of guy
I like DVD’s and Music too
Like Nerf Herder and
OI’m doing nothing now
Do you want to come home
with me and chill
That’d be cool
Odds and Evens and Vermin,
Aldi is not the only fruit,
Here on this street.
While we hang around
and whisper ‘please’
It’s a load of old rope.
for them on the dope.
You barely even know.
‘Skewers’ you call him
As he makes a ratface at you saying
‘Take in the chainmail stuff,
This is Britain bruv’
wiping his dirty hands on his sleeves
. ‘What will I wear then I wonder?
For Arthurs Roundtable assembling over yonder?’
Esconsed safely in your rooms you promise.
He should have picked on someone smaller’
and with rolling pin at the ready an’ all in a lather you muster
You don’t come around here telling the ducks which way to quaack and all that
young fella theres more to this life than being a yeller !
I could go on but it would spoil all the fun of finding
out what life is like on this street. And We’ve barely even started.
I’ll let you know how things go.
So we say goodnight.
And wish you all happy dreams.
Good old Terry Wogan. We miss ya!
I thought id write this for TW from about half way through. I began to hear his voice talking the words as i wrote and rewrote. So this ones for Sir Terry.