There's not many like me,

not around her yer know,

all me mates they think I'm daft

writing all this poetry stuff,

your a willy woofter

that's what yer are

a willy woofter.

 

Most me mates

their stealing cars,

selling dope, pimping girls

down at Barton Dock,

hip hop top lip, gonna see the Doc

got this spot where it shouldent be.

 

Met this guy the other day, said

he was a street poet,

wrote of life, talked of life

right there on the street,

a street poet! I asked,

does that mean you only write on the street?

he laughed at me and called me fool,

the man he called me fool.

 

Gotta take Linda

down the dock

got some pimping to do,

no time for this bullshit talk,

the man, he called me fool.