Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll (Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll)

Good evening.

I'm from Essex, in case you couldn't tell.

My given name is Dickie,

l come from Billericay, and l'm doing. ..

.. .very well!

# Had a love affair with Nina in the back of my Cortina

# A seasoned up hyena could not have been more obscener

# She took me to the cleaners and other misdemeanours

# But l got right up between her Rum and her Ribena

# Well, you ask Joyce and Vicky

# lf candy-floss is sticky

# l ain't a blinking thicky

# l'm Billericay Dickie

# And l'm doing very well

# l bought a lot of brandy

# When l was courting Sandy

# Took eight to make her randy

# And all l had was shandy

# Another thing with Sandy

# What often came in handy

# Was passing her a mandy

# She didn't half go bandy

# Well, you ask Joyce and Vicky

# lf l ever took the mickey

# l ain't a common thicky

# l'm Billericay Dickie

# And l'm doing very well

# l rendezvous with Janet

# Quite near the Isle of Thanet

# She looked more like a gannet

# She wasn't half a prannet

# Her mother tried to ban it

# Her father helped me plan it "Go on, son"

# And when l captured Janet

# She bruised her pomegranate

# Oh, you ask Joyce and Vicky

# lf l ever shaped up tricky

Tell him to shut that racket up!

# And l'm doing very well!

# You should never hold a candle

# lf you don't know where it's been

# The jackpot is in the handle

# On a normal fruit machine

# So, you ask Joyce and Vicky

# Who's their favourite brickie

# l ain't a common thicky

# l'm Billericay Dickie

# And l'm doing very well

# So, you ask Joyce and Vicky

# About Billericay Dickie

# l ain't a fucking thicky l'm Billericay Dickie

# And l'm doing very well #

One, two, one. ..

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, hold on, hold on.

-Your timing's off, mate. -Well, you're out of tune.

This ain't jazz. Learn to play drums and I'll learn to sing in tune.

Let's be nice, lads.

How can you tell if a stage is level?

'Cause the drummer dribbles out of both sides of his mouth!

-Yeah, very bleedin' funny. -Not as funny as this, mate.

-You're fucking fired! -What?

-Oh, not again! Oh, yes!

-Oh, I'll take the equipment, then. -All right.

Your body odour smells like a fucking orang-utan on heat.

You smell like your mother's cock and balls.

Two fucking cymbals, mate.

-Come on, then. Who wants him out?

I've just given birth. Any chance you could keep the noise down?

Oh!

It's a boy.

You are so clever.

I'll be in the kitchen, all right?

Now look what you done.

We're all on our own now, son.

Now listen, you monkeys.

Stories are what we tell ourselves

to make ourselves feel better about ourselves.

So, never let the truth get in the way of a good story.

Once upon a time,

in a mystical land far, far away,

weIl, Southend-on-Sea,

a young prince holidayed.

His name was lan Dury.

He was handsome, healthy, highly intelligent.

And brilliant at swimming.

Oh!

Look at me. Weren't l a lovely little chap?

But in the pool, evil lurked.

lts name was polio. A water-borne contamination.

A virus, and when it gets into your system, you've had it.

Pay attention, chaps!

The polio virus, a.k.a. the crippler.

lt attacks the nervous system here, here and here.

Makes you bloody nervous 'cause it can bloody well kill you!

It infIames the brainstem, fucks with the spinal cord,

leading to paralysis and muscular wasting.

Lock up your children. No one is safe!

A monstrous epidemic.

Daddy!

Bloody hell. It's the Muppets!

We are the band.

You've got to be joking?

We was going to call ourselves Cripple, Nigger, Yid,

Chink and Dead Fish,

but we didn't get any bookings.

Could you direct us to the artistes' dressing rooms?

Oh, you are so gonna miss all of this.

When we've made our millions and we're playing Hammersmith Odeon.. .

Why, don't they have three inches of piss in the dressing rooms?

Nah, it's all shag pile carpets and extraordinary acoustics.

# For he's a jolly good fellow For he's a jolly good fellow.. . #

Oi. Did you hear the one about the dyslexic pimp

who set up a warehouse?

Go on, my son!

# And so say all of us #

Yay!

Is Dad coming?

Hey, what do you call a man with paper trousers?

Russell.

Hope you don't mind me saying so, Russell,

but you are being a rather miserable old cunt.

What do you think we should spend our money on?

I don't know. Birthday presents? Birthday hats? Birthday cards?

Hey, everyone! Let's give him the bumps!

Let's give him the bumps!

Well, l'd just like to say

that you've been a monumentally atrocious audience tonight,

apart from the faithful few at the front, it's the worst gig.. .

Yes, a big hand for you lot.

lt's the worst gig we've ever played since Sidcup Crematorium.

But we'd like to finish anyway with a song called Blackmail Man.

- One! Two! - One, two. One, two, three, four!

Three! Four!

# l'm an lrish cripple, a Scottish Jew l'm the blackmail man

# A raspberry ripple, a buckle my shoe l'm the blackmail man

# A silvery spoon, a bubble and squeak

# l'm the blackmail man

# Well, l'm the blackmail man and l know what you do, every one of you

# l'm the blackmail man

# You make me sick, make me Tom and Dick

# Blackmail man, blackmail man

I wouldn't have booked 'em if I'd known. What a load of shite.

Can't hold a tune.

Come on, Russell, get it right, you doughnut.

- You're fucking shit! Get off! - Fuck off!

Russ! Where are you going? Russell, wait. Wait!

# Fraser and Nash pony and trap

# Up your 'arris, in your mince

# Hamptons don't leave fingerprints l'm the blackmail man

Call that singing? You're shit.

Fuck off!

I'm more of an Emerson, Lake and Palmer man myself.

I thought you were fucking great.

Really?

Great as in celebrated,

illustrious, famous?

Or great as in large, fat, bloated?

Something you do to a nutmeg, perhaps?

Great as in great!

And I should know.

I saw Jimi Hendrix before anyone.

-Really? -Mmm-hmm.

Tell me. Was Jimi. ..nice?

Yeah. He was extremely polite.

So, do you always wear those glasses?

For your protection, my dear.

I am very, very good with women.

I used to live with me mum and her two sisters.

I like women so much,

I used to think I was a repressed homosexual.

But I'm not.

Fortuitously, I am gorgeous to look at.

Can I tickle your tonsils, please, miss?

-Maybe. -Mmm.

You have to be extremely polite.

Oi, sling your hook.

Just pay up what was agreed.

I didn't agree to a bunch of spazzers from the mental home.

You see, that's just not a very spiritual thing to say!

Well, have a look at your drummer!

What's the problem?

He can't leave the stage at the interval.

So?

Well, it don't happen to fuckin' Pink Floyd, does it?

And as for Long John Silver.. . Oi, mate, you puttin' it on?

You didn't limp like that on stage.

Oh, no. On stage I try to hover.

Look, I'm sure we can come to some friendly agreement.

Yeah, we can agree you can't sing, you're past it

and you look like a Potato Jesus.

-No offence. -None taken,

you fat-ankled fucker.

Fat ankles?

I might be a fucking cripple, mate, but I'm dangerous, all right?

You wanna sort out your inner calm.

Nice one, Davey, go on.

Go on, my son, get in there!

Russell. Russ, we need to talk about this.

There you are. There's your millions. Joke money, joke life.

It's over, mate. We're going nowhere.