Help me Mrs Medlycot, I don't know what to do, i've only got 3 bullets and there's 4 of motley crue
She died with her telly on, 87 and confused With not enough hospital beds cos all the moneys been used On the end of the century party preparations And they reckon that the last thing she saw in her life was Sting, singing on the roof of the Barbican Sting, singing on the roof of the Barbican
I'm off to see The Bootleg Beatles as the bootleg Mark Chapman.
When I'm dying for a cigarette, I think of all the free ones that I'd get if I killed myself and came back as a beagle, WOOF!
No frills, handy for the hills, that's the way you spell New Mills.
There's people who can't spell 'weird' right driving round with thousands in the bank, but I get by, got a lot on my mind; I get by, got allotments on my mind.
I could put a tennis racket up against my face and pretend that I'm Kendo Nagasaki
There's no room for enigmas in built-up areas.
Brian Moore's head looks uncannily like London Planetarium