Rude and reckless

How wonder how long it will take someone to cook up a Giuliani ad using the Clash’s, “Rudie Can’t Fail”.

Okay, it probably won’t happen, but I can’t get the song out my head whenever I see the guy. Then I have to spend the day imagining a power pop trio of ferrets playing the same three chords over and over and over.

We hear them sayin’
How you get a rude and a-reckless?
Don’t you be so crude and a feckless
You been drinking brew for breakfast
Rudie can’t fail, no, no

So we reply
I know that my life make you nervous
But I tell you that I can’t live in service
Like the doctor who was born for a purpose
Rudie can’t fail

Okay, I went to the market to realise my soul
Cos what I need I just don’t have, oh no
First they cursed then they pressed me ‘till I hurt
We say Rudie can’t fail

Woah, first you must cure your temper
Then you find a job in a paper
You need someone for a saviour
Then Rudie can’t fail, oh no