Instrumental - Dot Rotton, Petrol Bomb

VERSE 1

Detox, one of them fads

that the free mags in the papers talk about

when I’m sat on the tube with nothing to do

there’s a copy on the seat so I give it a flcik through

Fast-foreward a week or two

and I’m half-way thorugh a detox, all juice

no wheat, no booze, suger or fatty-food thinking

I’m winning at life and I’m better than you

Fast-foreward a week from then and I’m back

sitting on the tube bored again

there’s another free magazine laying on the seat that

I read hoping I’ll find another gem

Panic! Something tragic

an atricle on detox, trashing-it

off the tube and I’m stright on the booze

5 pints and a keebab, back smashing-it

VERSE 2

knee-high to a grasshopper

outside the shop sucking on a gob-stopper

had a mate go in with no money

then reapear grinning like the Artful Dodger

Had a bag full of sweeties and a jazz-mag

and a Lynx-can and a lighter

went round setting things on fire

this kid was a demon the type I admired

My mate was something else though, he had

conviction, he could sell Adidas, shell-toes

I lacked it, wern’t cut-out for it

nicked a pack of chewing-gum, thought I’d go down for it

Years later I heard he was a trader

worked in the city making big paper

began a Barrow-Boy, became a money-changer

now he’s got celebs as a next-door neighbour