If I Had A Hammer, There'd Be

And Then There Was My Mate Who'd Just Been Fitted With A Brand New Hearing Aid. "it's The Best In The World", He Said. "what Type Is It?", I Asked And He Said "ten Past Twelve".

I Don't Know Why I Should Have To Learn Algebra... I'm Never Likely To Go There.

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???'

Don't Tell Me How To Do My Job. I Don't Come To Your Workplace And Tell You How To Sweep Up.

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