There's a mile long queue at the chippy I wish I was at my Gran's for tea These people call me their friend, but they don't think the same as me Are you fed up chasing your tail round this housing scheme Drinkin' your drink now And staying up too early in the morning I wander through the streets of Dundee Mum said you shouldn't walk them alone A fight's a fight, 'n' that's quite alright But please leave the tools at home You lower standards and expectations of love You never aim for people that you think are levels above You're always chasing the same skirts round Round the local pub Where were you when I needed you? Up the posh end of town You're supposed to protect and serve You're out for a perve just driving around