Life ain't fair; it's who you know*
There's nepotism down at the depot
Man and boy I've swept the roads
Knackered me back dragging heavy loads
I'm conscientious but I'm overlooked
By the councils secret society
They never listen to a Muppet like me -
I need the afternoons to write me poetry!
I want to roam through the alleyways, job and knock
But this bloody job's got me in a headlock
I want to be in the dog sh** gang
Why can't I be in the dog sh** gang?
Haven't I proved I'm worthwhile yet?
Ain't it about time for my re-birth yet?
They never touch the fresh ones; they leave ‘em for a week
I'm telling you, brother, it's a right old clique
I want to be……
Why can't I be
In the dog sh** gang?
I deserve, and I have earned
And I desire, and I aspire
I've done my time on the weeds and bins
I seem to be paying for a million sins
For years and years I've swept and scooped
Condoms and needles and last night's puke
They're off fishing, while I'm left wishing
I had time to improve my photography!
I don't even want to drive the ‘Scarab‘, mate;
I just want a say in my effing fate
I want to be in the dog sh** gang
Why can't I be in the dog sh** gang?
Haven't I proved I'm worthwhile yet?
Ain't it about time for my re-birth yet?
They only pick the dry ones with a special technique -
I'm telling you, brother, it's a right old clique
I want to be…
Why can't I be
In the dog sh** gang?
‘Shag them weeds out, boy!'
I'm shagging ‘em out. f** off