You'Re Not All That

So I’m not looking good, you say From where you are sat Well, let me tell you, sonny Jim You’re not all that I haven’t quite lived up to your Lofty aspirations A bit too old, a bit too poor Too many affectations Incapable, impoverished And just a bit autistic Not even slightly racist Or amusingly sadistic You say I’m sadly lacking Say it’s sad perhaps, but true That I’m no longer good enough Not good enough for you An eye for an eye, methinks A tooth for a tooth Would deem it fair enough that I Should now tell the truth That I should air our dirty laundry On the corner of the street And vomit dark unpleasantries In puddles at your feet Tell everybody everything You’ve ever said to me Let the fly on the wall that saw it all Shout from the highest tree But I shall never stoop so low To down where you are sat For let me tell you, sonny Jim You’re not all that by Gail