yellow fog

Well you can keep yer bloody yellow fog
Rubbing its muzzle on the window ...
What does it think it is? A f***** dog
And as for soot ... well I'll have you know
Mix that together and what do you get?
Filth! A mess and who has to clear it up?
Me! What a pain ... and me with me leg just set
Time .... There ain't no time. I'll just finish me cup
And then decisions, decisions. No don't tell me
It's murder but I'll go and put on me face
And then we'll see what the nights work has to be!

And you! You can just sit there and finish your toast

prufrock ... i knew him