Vocally Speaking - Cud

Feeling bad, feeling good

Entertaining rag shazza

Interpolating like I knew I could

DSS.

S hassle

Looking up, looking down

Smoking pipes of White Castle

Can’t find no life in this damn town

'Cos the blue tits give me hassle

The people look at me so strange

When I 'm as limited as my vocal range

Feeling hot, feeling cold

I feel a slave to my bottle

I stay in bed all the night and day

'Cos the rubber is perished and rotten

Feeling sour, feeling sweet

Sidewalk hard under my feet

J. P. Sebastien magnifique

Oozingly charismatic

Feeling nice, cooking rice

'Cos there’s a rumble in my tummy

And all my dole couldn’t fill my hole

So I write pleading letters to my mummy

Feeling bushed, drained and pushed

Tramps demanding my loose change

I really would, if I only could, expand upon my vocal range…