Meter’s Runnin’, I’m Feckin’ Done

Verse 1

Clock hits twelve, ah Jaysus Christ,

Back in the motor, payin’ the price,

Three yokes buzzin’, all shite pay,

Sellin’ me soul for a litre a day.

Got some eejit in the back seat roarin’,

Says he’s “loaded” but he’s ignorin’

The fact he’s lost his feckin’ shoe—

“Drive on, boss!” Aye, where to, you?

Pre-Chorus

Meter tickin’, head’s in bits,

If he pukes I’ll lose the wits…

Chorus

Oh the meter’s runnin’, I’m feckin’ done,

Workin’ all night, no bit o’ sun,

Uber, Bolt, and the taxi light,

Haulin’ gobshites left and right!

They’re singin’, screamin’, talkin’ shite,

Startin’ scraps in the middle o’ the night—

Ah I laugh so I don’t go mad,

Worst feckin’ gig I ever had!

Verse 2

Two wan’s screechin’ side by side,

Rippin’ heads off in the back o’ me ride,

“HE’S ME MAN!” “AH YOU’RE SOME STATE!”

Nearly bent me feckin’ plate.

One passed out, one got sick,

All down the door—ah sweet sufferin’ feck,

“Give us five stars!”—you’ve got some neck,

Left me smellin’ like a chipper wreck.

Pre-Chorus

Eyes like pissholes in the snow,

Still six hours more to go…

Chorus

Oh the meter’s runnin’, I’m feckin’ done,

Workin’ all night, no bit o’ sun,

Uber, Bolt, and the taxi light,

Haulin’ gobshites left and right!

They’re singin’, screamin’, talkin’ shite,

Startin’ scraps in the middle o’ the night—

Ah I laugh so I don’t go mad,

Worst feckin’ gig I ever had!

Bridge – rapid fire chaos

“TURN LEFT YA SPA!” “NAH GO RIGHT!”

Two drunk lads about to fight,

Sat-nav dyin’, I’ve lost the plot,

Prayin’ to every saint we’ve got!

Kebab grease and cans on the floor,

Swear this yoke’s seen war and more,

If hell is real, I know the gaff—

Night shift drivin’ for feck all cash!

Breakdown – gritty, slower

Cold tae in a paper cup,

Engine coughin’, givin’ up,

But rent’s a bastard, bills don’t wait…

So back I go—sure isn’t it fate…

Final Chorus – loud, gang vocals

Oh the meter’s runnin’, I’m feckin’ done,

Workin’ all night, no bit o’ sun,

Uber, Bolt, and the taxi light,

Haulin’ gobshites left and right!

They’re singin’, screamin’, talkin’ shite,

Startin’ scraps in the middle o’ the night—

Ah I laugh so I don’t go mad…

Still the only feckin’ job I’ve had!