David Hassles The Streets

You're giving me David Hassles
I just want a Daniel Beddett

There's a tear in my tea
I do fear what will be
You talk like you walk with a dictionary
Tell your friends, this will never end
Time is a dime we fucking well spend

Your music is not better than it sounds

Limited channels of primitive fannel
Cookery souped-up, doupery what
Chances and lotteries, that's not for me
Luxury flattery, what have we got
Like brandy or whines
Throttle me, wattle me, bottle me nine
If it looks like a duck
And it walks like a duck
And it talks like a duck
It needs more time to cook

You're singing a song which is limping along
You've not got the voice now, get up and be strong

You're giving me David Hassles
I just want a Daniel Beddett