I successi di Scott Lavene
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Scott Lavene
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Scott Lavene
Songwriter
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I'm broke
Skint
Strapped
Brassic
This old fella come round to my crumbling abode
The band used to rehearse, in his garage
I know he's always suffered with
Some very serious mental health problems
But to me, he's always been a kind and decent fella
He knew I was having a rough time
So on this day, he brought around two bottles of gin
Four bottles of wine, some Fray Bentos pies
Six tins of cheap Irish stew
A packet of Ginger Nuts, and a loaf of shit bread
I was grateful 'cause I was hungry, and I was thirsty
I was always thirsty
Then he sat down on the sofa and told me he was thinking about murdering his mum
That was a bit awkward, so I had a sip of gin
Smiled at him
I was broke
Skint
Strapped
Brassic
I was broke
Skint
Strapped
Brassic
It was just before Christmas when I
Was sacked from the pub I worked in
They'd always warned me that I was more drunk than the customers
I considered that a perk of the job
'Parently not
Two days later I went for an audition
In a department store to be Father Christmas
They said I was too thin, and too young
Fucking bastards
Then I got picked at the post for a job delivering tofu by bicycle
The girl who got the job could speak Chinese
Which the owner liked
I had a girlfriend at the time
I called her up and told her of my financial predicament
And she sighed the longest sigh that I have ever heard
It went like this:
Then she said: "Oh for fuck's sake Scott
I can't deal with this right now;
I'm just going out for lunch with Roland from marketing"
"Who the fuck is Roland from marketing?" I thought, as I put the phone down
I had the right hump after that,
So I phoned a couple of pals to see if they could lend me fifty quid
So I could go and get completely, arseholed
I was broke
Skint
Strapped
Brassic
I was broke
Skint
Strapped
Brassic
That Christmas turned out alright, though
'Cause an old mate of mine from Essex phoned me up
Said he needed a hand chopping down bushes
So we could sell 'em as bonsai trees on Basildon Market
We made a small fortune, though it did feel a bit snidey
Selling them to the nice old ladies
Oh well, much better that
Than being broke
Skint
Strapped
Brassic
Broke
Skint
Strapped
Brassic
That girl dumped me in the end
Fuck her
I don't know if Chris ever murdered his mum
Maybe one day I'll read about it in the paper
Thing is
I don't read papers!
Even if he does kill her
It probably won't end up in the papers
'Cause there's so many fucking arseholes in this world
Murdering their mums
It ain't even news anymore
Not me though
I have never once thought about murdering my mum
She's fucking lovely!
As well as that every time I see her
She always bungs me a few quid
Hopefully one day I'll be able to do the same to my little girl
I fucking doubt it though!
'Cause I'm always
Broke
Skint
Strapped
Brassic
Writer(s): Scott Lavene
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