[Verse 1 — MALE deep rough baritone] Phone lit twice, third time I took it Voice on the end sounded properly cooked Skip all the names — where, when, who saw it? Rain on the glass and I'm already moving Low end thumping, wipers cutting Two lanes empty and the night's still running You lot had hours to turn bad into worse Now I'm here and everybody finds church The boss doesn't wait, neither do I Fucking Brits, can't finish what they start So who gets dragged out into the rain? Le Frenchy, cleaning up your shit again Keys on the table — THAT'LL DO! [Beat Break] [Beat Break — crowd reacts louder to the groove] [Verse 2 — FEMALE ONLY, higher gritty punk alto, aggressive chest voice] Back in the car and the bass sits heavy Man beside me swears that he's ready Knee going wild, eyes on the mirror Every passing light brings trouble nearer Road bends left, whole night bends with it No clean route when you're already in it One bloke swears that he knows the right people Another goes quiet when I ask something simple Loud men, proud men, everyone connected Until things turn and nobody expected it Très bien, leave it to the Frenchman again [Female ends — MALE returns] [Hook — MALE] Small favour That's what they call it Small favour When they've already lost it Small favour Send the Frenchy in You start the fucking mess I fucking finish it Small favour Don't explain Couldn't finish the job So I'm here again [60s psychedelic guitar solo — strong memorable mid-register motif, bright biting tone, melodic phrasing, expressive bends and double-stops, short answering phrases, steady locked bass and drums, motif returns and resolves] [Verse 3 — MALE] Four in the morning, city turning grey Boss wants it finished before the start of day [Female backing] Get it done! Wet shoes, cold hands, engine vibrating Three hours wasted because somebody kept waiting Fucking Brits, tea, talk, another bright plan Six men standing where you needed one man [Female backing] Come on! Now everybody's suddenly watching the clock All that noise disappears when pressure knocks No medals, no speeches, nobody impressed Just another night and somebody else's mess Motor turns over, low end shakes the glass London in the mirror and I'm moving fast [Short 60s guitar break — tight melodic riff, steady locked groove] [Final Hook — MALE] Small favour That's what they call it Small favour When they've already lost it Small favour Send the Frenchy in You start the fucking mess I fucking finish it Small favour Don't explain Couldn't finish the job So I'm here again [60s psychedelic guitar solo — recurring melodic theme, bright raw lead, expressive bends, double-stops and rhythmic phrases, drums and bass stay locked] [MALE shouted] FUCKING FINISH IT! [Extended guitar response — main motif answers the vocal, groove continues] [Instrumental space — guitar and groove only] [MALE shouted] THAT'S YOUR SMALL FAVOUR! [Extended guitar response — melodic variation of main motif, expressive bends and double-stops] [Instrumental space — groove continues] [MALE shouted] FUCKIN' FAVOUR, YEAH?! [Extended guitar response — biting 60s phrase, motif returns] [Instrumental space] [MALE shouted] FUCK ME!! [Long final 60s psychedelic rock guitar solo — strong recurring theme, melodic improvisation around the motif, raw bright tone, expressive bends, double-stops, rhythmic attacks and short fluid runs, bass and drums hold one powerful steady groove] [Final solo continues — theme returns with stronger phrasing and a clear melodic resolution] [Final chord — sustained guitar, bass and cymbals ring naturally] [Long live outro — instruments resonate and decay naturally, crowd cheers and applause rise] [Crowd and room ambience continue] [Applause continues as final resonance fades] [End]
