He's better than the rest, and his arm sweat smells the best.
Blow your brains out and do it right, make sure it's on prime time and on Saturday night.
Hey, is that you Elvis? I wanna speak to the Colonel. Jump to it, you mother.
You got all your friends, I got a TV set.
I've written so many songs about Englishmen, I have to go elsewhere.
He thinks he is a flower to be looked at And when he pulls his frilly nylon pants right up tight He feels a dedicated follower of fashion. When a waiter at Buckingham Palace spilled soup on her dress: Never darken my Dior again!