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Spit And Polish

by Wobbie Wobbit

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1.
It's the little things Don't they always say It's the little things It's always been the way It's the little things That help you cope It's the little things That give you hope It's the little things That are gonna make your day You can shove your big grand gestures up your hoop It's the little things that give us the whoop de whoop And those unassuming acts of kindness These are the things that remind us Of the good in the world No flags unfurled It's the little things Don't they always say It's the little things It's always been the way It's the little things That help you cope It's the little things That give you hope It's the little things That are gonna make your day Virtue signal way off over there We don't need a big show that you care Who knows what the day will bring It might be just a little thing That makes you smile Freestyle It's the little things Don't they always say It's the little things It's always been the way It's the little things That help you cope It's the little things That give you hope It's the little things That are gonna make your day
2.
In '77 I was 9 years old Hey little kid do as you're told The village celebrated silver jubilee But the sex pistols had more appeal to me So god save the queen I sang that year With a safety pin through my pierced ear But I'd take it out before I got home Cos I didn't want my mum to know And we'd pogo at the disco down at the parish hall Carve biro band names into the desks a t school Spray painted logos on my jeans with all the rips Patches and a bum flap bondage straps and zips Secret John Peel in my headphones Listening to The Skids and The Undertones The Damned, The clash and The Ramones I got punk rock in my bones Taping stuff on my radio cassette Putting some vinyl on my old Dansette Stiff Little Fingers helped me vent my fury And who can resist a bit of Ian Dury Every week I got Sounds magazine I didnt really get it - I just loved the scene And Adam Ant with his dressing up antics Took me from punk to the new romantics And we'd pogo at the disco down at the parish hall Carve biro band names into the desks a t school Spray painted logos on my jeans with all the rips Patches and a bum flap bondage straps and zips Secret John Peel in my headphones Listening to The Skids and The Undertones The Damned, The clash and The Ramones I got punk rock in my bones
3.
Messy 03:02
I 'm sitting in chaos I have to confess I'm utterly surrounded by mess And it's too overwhelming to start anywhere Too, too much it's a mare Why am I so messy? How can I be so messy? Mess on the surfaces, mess on the floors Surrounded and captured by chores Why is it impossible? It shouldn't be that hard I live in an indoor junkyard Mrs Hinch to the rescue British influencer and Instagram star Mrs Hinch the cleaning guru Online, on TV and on the case! With her Magic Eraser in hand Her Scrub Daddy at the ready Her Minky cloth and white vinegar Watch her as she polishes and shines Nothing is too big a job for Mrs Hinch! So I'm lifting up the dirt and cutting through grease Scraping the taps with a 2 pence piece But I have to admit it is with little success Simply by being it's already a mess Why am I so messy? I've been meaning To do some cleaning I need to vacuum The living room I must muster the lustre for a duster How can I be so messy? I'll get inspired by the Hinch army group With Pink Stuff and Ebow Grease in a bottle Read how to clean up spills and stains And pour Zoflora down your drains
4.
It's such a skinny pay packet It won't go very far But what about that bookies That used to be a bar Maybe he can double up And hit a lucky win A tingle of excitement He steps on in But things don't go his way And now he's lost all of his pay Wait till his girlfriend hears The rent I s now in arrears He says "I'm sorry Juliet I stopped off for a little bet I'm just a loser who lost And now I'm counting the cost I tried to win it back twice And now I'm paying the price I'm so full of regret I'm so sorry Juliet" Even kids in football shirts Have adverts on their chest For betting shops all over town Resistance is a test Ads on sporting hoardings And on the tv A flutter surely cannot hurt Lets see what will be He tells her he needs a loan To fix the screen on his phone But he loses all the cash And the phone screen is still smashed He says "I'm sorry Juliet I just wanted a little bet I'm just a loser who lost And now I'm counting the cost I tried to win it back twice And now I'm paying the price I'm so full of regret I'm so sorry Juliet" And sometimes the losing's More exciting than a win Causing such destruction And a rush of adrenaline And it is such a thrill And he's started to steal And Juliet has found out And she's started to shout He says "I'm sorry Juliet I just needed a bet I'm just a loser who lost And now I'm counting the cost I tried to win it back twice And now I'm paying the price I'm so full of regret I'm so sorry Juliet" He opens up the door one night He sees her stuff has gone A note left on the table "I'm moving on" Maybe he can win her back He's not so sure He'd actually put money on She won't be back for more He says "I'm sorry Juliet This is my worst loss yet Now I'm counting the cost Can't believe that you are lost Yeah I'm sorry Juliet Can you forgive and forget I'm so full of regret I'm so sorry Juliet
5.
Shall we just call it a day today? It is 3 am It's not quite time for anything Is it last night or tomorrow morning? We're in limbo Everyone's asleep Like operating in stolen time Birds are singing in the day Sunlight creeping up on the horizon Can't switch off Mind rats gnawing and even just nibbling delicately around the edges Silly mind rats Shall we just put the kettle on call it another day? What do you think? Put the kettle on? Call it another day? Call it another day
6.
Box Ticker 01:18
You live your life in administration Can't see the actual situation No room for idiosyncracy You're blinded by bureaucracy There's no other possibility No hint of flexibility I have to tick a box it is mandatory Even though it doesn't fit with my story Go and tick a box you box ticker (x3) You're a box ticking box ticker Now why can I only pick one? I could pick them all and still not be done You don't see the person there The little ticky boxes are your only care Go and tick a box you box ticker (x3) You're a box ticking box ticker Go and tick a box you box ticker (x3) You're a box ticking box ticker
7.
Lumière 01:40
Saggy suited men in hats Judder jerky on the screen Solemn faces Speedy paces Jitter comically about With a slightly doubtful eye New invention Apprehension Dust and scratches flicker past Caught in this moment Colourless mothers Lift the baby Mouthing coo coo In a silent world
8.
Those trendy girls from sixth form Go to school in whatever they want Don't have to wear a uniform Their hairdo is bouffant Those fashion crazed sixth formers Choose what they want to wear Neon bright leg warmers And their shoulders looking square And they are dressing Up like that for an English lesson And oh their passion For the latest fashion Knows no end Knows no end Come Saturday they are avid shoppers Get the bus into town Buy some glittery Deely Boppers They've got this look down Billowing frilly blouses Lacy tutu skirt Or baggy harem trousers And their dad's best dinner shirt Teetering on tiptoes In patent white stilettos If they fancy not so posh How about double denim acid wash They wear poison perfume Eau de toilette Sitting in the common room In a dress that just looks wet They wear black eyeliner They crimp and they perm They wanna be a fashion designer But they've got to get through this term
9.
Red Carpet 03:31
In my dream last night I was mingling with the stars of the British music scene Past and present Dead and alive In a red carpet after show party I could read their minds Ian dury was chatting with Ray Davies Convinced that ray didn't like him But ray was more concerned with Lilly Allen in the corner Who was giving him funny looks He presumes because of the vol-au-vent debacle Really she is thinking "He's laughing at my fringe" Toyah brushes past me concerned she will not make it to the loo in time There's Damon Albarn and that bloke who was in EastEnders "Park Life!" They are caught up in a spiral of out-cockneying each other Until they dissolve in a heap of Cor blimey how's yer father Lady Godiva I should coco "I don't even know what I'm saying anymore" thinks Damon "Nor me" thinks the bloke who was in EastEnders "Hold up" said Billy Bragg "I just saw David Bowie over there! How did he get here too?" I said "That was Ziggy Stardust This is Aladdin Sane You can do that here" And Billy shuddered inwardly While laughing a hearty laugh And shouting "Neat!" "Oh hi Billy" said David Just knowing billy doesn't like that hi-hat sound in Space Oddity "See you around, David" said paul weller Glad of an excuse to get away Thinking "He just wants to steal my winkle pickers" Ohmygod! Don't look now but here's Robbie Williams! He's upset that Suggs just ignored him But playing it cool Maybe if he could see that Suggs was only upset himself He was sure that Paul Mc ****** Cartney Had spat in his beer Robbie made a beeline for Freddie Mercury Well he would wouldn't he? "Hey Robbie I like your style" said Freddie Robbie's heart fluttered Even though he was positive Freddie could see he was a fake Elton john, Phil Collins and Ed Sheeran tried to get a conga going Thinking "We'll show them" While Sting and Kate Bush looked on Cringing inside But laughing and applauding them Eyeing each other as if to say "Aren't we good sports" And the convivial words and the contrary thoughts Reverberate around the room A soup of paranoia and insecurity "Excuse me" came a voice behind me It was Syd Barrett "Couldn't help reading your mind You see them too don't you?"
10.
Here's Ruth Fisher, matriarch, uptight and grumpy Dowdy dress and ankle socks Ruth is looking frumpy Energy drawn in like a spring coiled tightly Turning down the chance of fun ever so politely Anxious, worried, nervous, tense, lives on the defensive Stiff and rigid, stuffy, prim, ever apprehensive Now and then it gets too much she can't hold in emotion And all consumed she flies so high a passionate explosion Dance Ruth Fisher dance Seize the moment grab your chance Spin Ruth Fisher twirl Your world is in a whirl Rudderless she's going wild her tiller with no hand on Whirling dervish fast and free she moves with gay abandon Letting all her anger out her pent up frustration Head thrown back and laughing loud releasing agitation Energy, vitality, vibrant and vivacious Like her hair she's flowing free beautiful and gracious Swallowed by the moment of high invigoration Giddy in an ecstasy of mad exhilaration Dance Ruth Fisher dance Seize the moment grab your chance Spin Ruth Fisher twirl Your world is in a whirl Then she comes down hard and fast ashamed of her excitement Back to earth the gravity weighs heavy where she'd lightened Earnestly she checks herself and regains her composure Straightens up to stand up tall and rue the self exposure Poor Ruth Fisher stony faced will fight to stay quite calm Quiet unassuming with an awkward subtle charm Now she stores the feelings up for when it next emerges Waits for the release again when emotion surges Dance Ruth Fisher dance Seize the moment grab your chance Spin Ruth Fisher twirl Your world is in a whirl
11.
There is a sculpture in my park Of three local people of tottenham One is alive but the other two died But the sculpture shows we've not forgotten em The little round plaque In silver and black Tells us what they are all famous for Luke howard 1772-1864 He was the namer of clouds Namer of the sky's own shrouds And their classification Of their manifestation In his 1803 publication The Modification of Clouds Cumulus, Latin for heap, stratus, meaning layer Nimbus the rain cloud and cirrus, curl of hair He was the one to categorise The wisps of white in the skies Inspiring many an artist and poet And now all the schoolchildren know it Cumulus bubble up cotton wool balls, forming thick and puffy Cirrus streak across the blue, delicate light and fluffy Stratus heavy broad and low like a blanket the heavens are cloaked in Nimbus looming dark and grey shedding raindrops you'll get soaked in
12.
I haven't got the head space The heart space The pain in the arse space Will it ever bloody end It is all so draining Constraining I'm tired of complaining It's driving me round the bend And my head is spinning And ringing It's flipping full to brimming The only thing I'm fit for is to drop It is all consuming And glooming It makes me flaming fuming And I wish that it would bloody stop So sorry I can't come out tonight But I'm busy with myself having a fight I'm occupied with all I can take And I just need a bit of a break And my heart is pounding Resounding Shaking its surrounding Gonna beat itself right out of its cage It's all overloading Exploding Frightening and foreboding A cowering inner rage So sorry I can't come out tonight But I'm busy with myself having a fight I'm occupied with all I can take Sorry if that makes me a flake But I haven't got the head space The heart space The pain in the arse space I really hope you understand It is all so draining Constraining So I'll just be stayin' in I've got bugger all planned
13.
In your hammock in your garden Soaking up the sunny rays The weather's starting to harden The last of the summer days A swim at the seaside Lie on the beach and feel satisfied Seize every moment Grab your chance Chasin down the sun Squeeze every last drop of sunshine From the summer Hold on to the golden Hold on Squeeze every last drop of sunshine From the summer Hold on to the golden Before it's gone Fireworks are scaring the dogs Shops are doing Christmas September! Christmas! I'm not even joking Really School's back it's term time No play time it's learn time Innit getting dark early Innit cold though There's a nip in the wind Better put a jumper on Squeeze every last drop of sunshine From the summer Hold on to the golden Hold on Squeeze every last drop of sunshine From the summer Hold on to the golden Before it's gone Wish I could give you a bucket of sunshine See you through the winter time Cos you just turn round And before you know it It's already gone

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An eclectic collection of songs from the summer of 2021. Featuring the fresh raw Spit of recordings made at the birth of the songs and the Polish of a bit of production after-care. A mixture of punk, pop, music/poetry and simple acoustic songs. I hope you enjoy it!

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released October 14, 2021

Thanks to Chris Harris for invaluable feedback. Thanks to all friends who have listened and encouraged me while writing these songs.

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Wobbie Wobbit London, UK

Convivial humour and unique songs
From Haringey in North London. I take part in online song writing challenges fawm.org and fiftyninety.fawmers.org where most of my songs are written.
Most of my songs have at least a gentle humour, and those that don't I hope are just as warm.
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