Come on, trot it out. You're so Lesley Ash, with that super-sized pout.

I cannot lie. It is thou, thou, thou - you talk such shite you boring cow.

Let me here what you have to say, remember, letting it out brings about a better day.

They're so dull and so dreary. Malls full of shoppers, it's making me weary.

If music is the food of love then you're a one man band. Tone deaf, glass eye, wooden leg, and amputated hand.

We're none of us perfect. You with amputated hand, she with a limp, he with some hidden disability.... A few 'amputated' brain cells, perhaps? Who is to say I am any different? Is that the problem? Whose problem is it anyway?

If your pockets are empty. Plastic's fantastic but I much prefer twenties.

...If you can't stand, put down you glass, and steady your hand.

If you drink it neat, you can stand on your head, and still not see your feet.