The one that you love and blown, hardened wax
I have a sharp suit and a drink problem and
And...and er...i succumbed
Someone rich puts their foot on top of a
Pound coin that someone poor drops
Which do I admire?
Which do I pity?
I'd like to know trouble-causers and
Whether to send or burn this letter
Rock 'n roll, back on the dole
Old Polish Music
You are a bore
I am a bore
It is nearly midday and I am totally
Bollywood
I could get into Iranian stuff easily as well you know
As well as dead-end streets
The latter I am more accustomed to
Obviously
Laugh laugh
There is a man in fear, so much fear
He says so
I am not with this
I am not hearing this
That says it all really
It is probably a rarity you know
So stop scratchin'
Get yourself full of drugs and study
The new folk explosion
There was a kind old man in the
Right coloured shirt, this meant
A lot to me
The kid is distressed, backs have been turned on him
Scars and scratches dominate this family and
The misfortune that was...
I love your boring body
I adore your Mancunia
Spinners and jesters
Stargazers and pop music lovers
I am with y'all and his name just
Had to be Keith
What were their names exactly?
Well...Liz belongs to Bradford
Antony, the Wirral...by the way...
Liz also owns the nights and
Stephen travels everywhere
It seems the bigger characters are in the audience
As always
My charming Billy boy, we will have you sectioned