Copyright © 2005-2006 Wortley
Musical number 17
A rotter like me
Solo for Iris
Iris As a snotty nosed tot I forgot when to squat
On my pot and it got me chastised
As a spotty faced swat I was got at a lot
By a hot headed clot I despised
Full of dread I was wed to a Ted known as Ed
And he steadily bled me quite dry.
I saw red when he said “you’re a dead loss in bed”.
As I fled I was ready to die
But I found consolation in thieving
As a fence
Life’s intense
Yes I found consolation receiving
Stolen goods
From hoods
You get nought if you’re caught
but it’s sport of a sort
And it’s taught me to court risky dealing
When you’re sought don’t get
fraught,
Overwrought or distraught, it’s important to chortle when stealing
But this plot is all shot. Yes,
that’s what we have got:-
It’s the dottiest plot there could be
Great Scott if they spot what she’s got on her bot.
I will rot like a clot in the grottiest spot.
They will not give a jot
That’s the lot
Of a rotter like me.