Pity the Plight Plan B (UK) (Ft. John Cooper Clarke)

[Intro : John Cooper Clarke]
Pity the fate of young fellows
Too long in bed with no sleep
With their complex romantic attachments
Oh, look on their sorrows and weep
They don't get a moment's reflection
There's always a crowd in their eye
Pity the plight of young fellows
Regard all their worries and cry
Their Christian mothers were lazy, perhaps
Leaving it up to the school
Where the moral perspective is hazy, perhaps
And the climate oppressively cruel
Give me one acre of cellos
Pitched at some distant regret
Pity the fate of young fellows
And their anxious attempts to forget

[Sketch]
Chris: So you're the badman that killed Kirby yeah?
Jake: Yeah
Chris: And that little girl yeah?
Jake: I didn't mean to kill her, it was an accident
Chris: Do you know who that girl was though?
Jake: -pause- Nah
Chris: My fucking sister!
Marcel: Chris man, just allow it
Chris: Don't tell me to fucking allow it, you don't fucking know me