Look lady, do I look bovver'd it's botched?
You wanted bespoke and that’s just what you got.
I alreddy told ya, I’m chock-a-block with jobs,
so this the best of a very bad job.
Now, fair enough, it might look bog standard,
but you must remember, it was already cack-‘anded,
so I'd thank you for shutting your gob
with all your talk of you bein' robbed.
Look, your ladyship, you might well be miffed,
but I’m sure you can make do with a little skew-wiffed,
so ‘and over the readies and make it swift -
I’ll walk away and we’ll call it quits.
You know me and my rep round this manor,
if you don’t cough up I know a right tasty geezer
who will breeze over ‘ere and wrap each of his fingers
round a whole lot more than your French wind-ders.
- That’s a lot better, you’ve got a nice gaff
and I’m sure neither of us want all of the faff
that goes with ‘ard feelings and still ‘arder stares
through broken front wind-ders and costly repairs.
You know what I mean?
I was channeling Bob Hoskins for this one. I'm from south east London - and some of it rubbed off on me.
