A Little Ditty Songtext
von Sleaford Mods

Captured, but we′ve been told what to do
I didn't realise either, mate, I′m with you
I've been following white lines all my life

Touché turtle, jump the castle, avoid the disco dancers
No hassle, doing beak like that with a kid at your mums
Paramedics, you should've thought about that one
Heart-stopper, boom! Clear!

What happened to Richard? All I can see is gear
Breathless, incinerate, processed cheese
Become what you hate, become what we are
A series one with dreams to reach a series four
Drive, drive, six packs, drive, drive, white teeth, KitKat
Take the money and run, join the elite
You sold yourself to no one
Pied piper, whiskey notes, the wonder wall fell down on you


A little ditty and it′s all gone wrong
I don′t expect the tools to sing along
A little ditty and it's all gone wrong
A little ditty
A little ditty

I ain′t a threat, they leave me alone, flat cool gambo
You know when I worked there I got a bad feeling from a man
I can't work with someone like that again, Sam

A little ditty and it′s all gone wrong
I don't expect the kid to sing along
That band from the ′80s, that punk band what are they called
The Queen's Park Rangers, been around ages, you tool

We're all up in the top room of the pub
Getting heavy with the past that didn′t exist
You reshape to give celeb mates Shoreditch yarn
In the, have you been for a poo-poo barn
Gnarly coke death faces

Death, death, death, death, nine to a cubicle (death)
Like squeezing, screwing-up faces
Last choke push the wheels of the next big thing
You scratch my back, I don′t scratch anything
Apart for my nads, oi, Mick, I'm born to be bland
Jumped up in black leather, flints, death, curry wurst
Smashed, and in everything


A little ditty and it′s all gone wrong
I don't expect the tools to sing along
A little ditty and it′s all gone wrong
A little ditty
A little ditty
A little ditty
A little ditty

I don't expect the tools to sing along, yeah
That was shit, I been there, that was fucking shit