It's the new tech,high spec made to
break your scrawny neck and
don't we just adore it.
No more cash to pay the fare
oysters mating everywhere and to
get anywhere's so flaming hard if
you've no money on your card.

I haven't got a dime to spare,haven't
got the time to share a cup of morning
tea with you,to get through anything at all
makes me want to cry and bawl,
if I bounce off just one more brick wall
I'll scream.

You can stick what's modern up the spout
I'm digging a tunnel
to get the hell out and I'm not relying
on some oyster that's trying
to ***** me.