Drunk In A Band

Pat is the guy with the record shop

And John sells fruit but wants to be a cop

And Paul deals speed in a Celtic top

But I'm just a drunk in a band.

Jo does tele-sales and martial arts

And Gill pushes patients round the public parks

And Nancy makes sculptures out of hoover parts

But I'm just a drunk in a band.

Danny puts the cones on the motorway

And Donna dances tables in her lingerie

And Gerry, Dave and Billy, man, they're puttin' on a play

But I'm just a drunk in a band.

I could be a soldier, I could drive a van,

Guide rivers of pain into little red cans

Walk rich men's dogs, bring 747s into land

But I'm just a drunk in a band.