The English May Not Like Music, But

They Are Quite Hopeless - Drooling, Driveling, Doleful, Depressing, Dropsical Drips.

Magical Music Never Leaves The Memory.

The Sound Of A Harpsichord - Two Skeletons Copulating On A Tin Roof In A Thunderstorm.

As You'll Never Hear The Thing Again, My Boy, Why Not Throw In A Couple Of Brass Bands?

If She Is Attractive, I Can't Perform With Her; If She Is Not, Then I Won't.