Essentially the album version of Mike Skinner’s self-pitying comedown track, but with Pete Doherty popping in at 1'10" to read out a verse of crap sixth-form poetry (‘my days are spent swerving prangs/like the Old Bill in a Jag/but reality keeps on like a nag/stop it stop it/ before you cop it’). Hilariously, as Skinner resumes the chorus, Doherty continues to mumble on and is faded out, like a rambling junkie being evicted from the studio.
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