There´s a mile long queue at the chippy
I wish I was at my Gran´s for tea
These people call me their friend, but they don´t think the same as me

Are you fed up chasing your tail round this housing scheme
Drinkin´ your drink now
And staying up too early in the morning

I wander through the streets of Dundee
Mum said you shouldn´t walk them alone
A fight´s a fight, ´n´ that´s quite alright
But please leave the tools at home

You lower standards and expectations of love
You never aim for people that you think are levels above
You´re always chasing the same skirts round
Round the local pub

Where were you when I needed you?
Up the posh end of town
You´re supposed to protect and serve
You´re out for a perve just driving around