Jaki The Ladette by Harry Rogers published on 2016-08-09T16:35:02Z Song about the effects of being sexually assaulted by a Jimmy Saville type DJ. JAKI THE LADETTE Here comes Jaki the ladette With the ladders in her tights She's been out speeding For one too many nights In a mirror through the smoke Her mascara's gone streaky But she don't see the joke Staring back so freaky Tries to roll a cigarette Can't see what she's making Drops skins down the loo Hands won't stop shaking Ooh Jaki Jaki Jaki Jaki the ladette Ooh Jaki Jaki Jaki Jaki the ladette Wobbling on stilettos She staggers to the bar Empties coins on the counter Can't tell what they are Orders a vodka and red bull She's teetering on the edge Her hair looks just like it's Been dragged through a hedge But here is the strange thing No matter how stoned she gets She can't stop remembering Like an elephant never forgets How that creepy disc jockey The one with the monster cigar Raped her in her fifteenth summer In the back of his Rolls Royce car Ooh Jaki Jaki Jaki Jaki the ladette Ooh Jaki Jaki Jaki Jaki the ladette Copyright: Harry Rogers 30/10/2012 Genre Alternative Rock