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.