The Dog Shit Gang

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 shit gang.
Why can't I be in the dog shit 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 shit 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 shit gang
Why can't I be in the dog shit 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 shit gang?

'Shag them weeds out, boy!'

I'm shagging 'em out. Fuck off.