“And wot? AND WOT?
Ya got summit you wanna say to me?
Ya got problems?
Yeah, I see ya old man,
looking down on me cos I come
from Fishponds Estate.
I know you lot! Ya say all
the stuff that you think makes you
special, but it just ain’t true,
ya say it to look good,
but ya don’t want nunna this
in ya back yard, do ya?
You pretend to be for alla us,
but when it come down to it,
when it needs ya to put that
money right where ya mouth is
ya all clam up tight,
want us to move on elsewhere
and never darken ya doors.
We’re a convenient excuse or
summit, sum cause to make ya
look good to alla them.
Just toss off, the lotta ya!
Me n mine’ll be fine, cos we
gotta be. No one really lookin
out for us, but we don’t
needcha, nunna ya!”