In All The Woes That Curse Our

To Sit In Solemn Silence On A Dull, Dark Dock In A Pestilential Prison With A Life-long Lock Awaiting The Sensation Of A Short, Sharp Shock From A Cheap And Chippy Chopper On A Big, Black Block.

When Everyone Is Somebody, Then No One's Anybody.

I Know Everybody's Income And What Everybody Earns, And I Carefully Compare It With The Income-tax Returns

There's Fish In The Sea, No Doubt Of It, As Good As Ever Came Out Of It.

Though I'm Anything But Clever, I Could Talk Like That Forever.