Hit or Miss – Tom Cridland

Underground’s heaving

Bus is rammed

Suits in Westminster

Don’t give a damn

Nothing left on my oyster

Guess I’ll walk the roads

To the dingy studio flat

That I can’t call a home

I’ve gotta say it’s been hit or miss

My local closes at 10 and my neighbour’s a bitch

Commute’s a drag and I’ve got no man

Not got much money to make many plans

Hit or miss, it’s been hit or miss

But when things go my way

Life don’t get much better than this

Read the Evening Standard

On the 23

Highlight of my morning

Is a cup of tea

One day I will move

To a place out of town

Can’t do it now though

With my friends still all around

I’ve gotta say it’s been hit or miss

My local closes at 10 and my neighbour’s a bitch

Office all day, break at lunch for a chat

And I’ll moan and complain that my boss is a twat

Hit or miss, it’s been hit or miss

But when things go my way

Life don’t get much better than this

Camden on Friday

To catch up with you

Next day I’ll head to

The Queen’s Head for a few

I live for the weekend

Wish away the week

But Lord it feels so good

To live on Redchurch Street

I’ve gotta say it’s been hit or miss

My local closes at 10 and my neighbour’s a bitch

The only thing I love about this city is you

I’ve got so much faith we’re gonna make it through

Hit or miss, it’s been hit or miss

But when things go my way

Life don’t get much better than this

But when things go my way

Life don’t get much better than this