Try To Live In A Place You

Oh Aye...my Father Would Thrash Me Every Now And Then. He'd Talk While He Did It Too! He'd Hit Me And Shout, 'have Ye Had Enough?' Had Enough? Whit Kind Of Question Is That? 'why, Father, Would Another Kick In The Balls Be Out Of The Question???'

I Used To Have Mad Cow's Disease, But I'm Alright Nooooooooow.

I Spent The Whole Time Battering People I Liked And Singing With My Arm Round People I Loathed.

I Loathe Hecklers. I Haven't Got A Good Syllable To Say. When You Come Out Of The Club Circuit And Into The Concert Hall, They Should Be Gone. There's An Element Of Manners That Should Tell You That The Ticket Is Dear And It's A Different Venue.

Fame Is Being Asked To Sign Your Autograph On The Back Of A Cigarette Packet.