Cud - Vocally Speaking lyrics

Feeling bad, feeling good Entertaining rag shazza Interpolating like I knew I could DSS .. S ha**le Looking up, looking down Smoking pipes of White Castle Can't find no life in this damn town 'Cos the blue tits give me ha**le 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....