Freddie Fielder - Yes Sir

I'll wake at eight and brush my teeth,
My hand won't touch the snooze,
To make a few quid for a crutch,
Leave to pay today's dues.

You make us dress like corporate clones
'Cause that's the look you choose.
And if I could afford a belt,
I'd check it matched my shoes.

My legs will wear my finest threads
With pockets on the sides,
Half windsor and a tucked-in shirt.
My cunningest disguise.

But you ask me to cut my hair
I'll look you in the eye,
Say, 'F you, sir, I'll get my coat.
I've bigger fish to fry.'

Freddie Fielder

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