I'm Irish, Yeah, But I Don't Need

I Don't Have Lungs Anymore! Just Two Spare Bags That Flew In Under A Bridge One Day.

If You Covered A Broom Handle With Oil And Shoved It Up My Arse, Then Put Me On A Trampoline, In A Lift, I Could Write A Better Song On The Walls.

One Thing That's Coming Up A Lot Is: Are You As Grumpy As You Appear From This Black Books Thing.

I'm A Quitter. I Come From A Long Line Of Quitters. It's Amazing I'm Here At All.

Tequila? It's Not Even A Drink. It's A Way For Having The Cops Around Without Using A Phone.