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 ďyouíre a dead loss in bedĒ.
As I fled I was ready to die
But I found consolation in thieving
As a fence
Yes I found consolation receiving
You get nought if youíre caught
but itís sport of a sort
And itís taught me to court risky dealing
When youíre sought donít get
Overwrought or distraught, itís important to chortle when stealing
But this plot is all shot. Yes,
thatís what we have got:-
Itís the dottiest plot there could be
Great Scott if they spot what sheís got on her bot.
I will rot like a clot in the grottiest spot.
They will not give a jot
Thatís the lot
Of a rotter like me.