Arty farty, you'll never fool your Aunt, who knew you picked your nose and wet your pants.

I've written so many songs about Englishmen, I have to go elsewhere.

Did ya ever think that we would pay the price for being lazy?

I looked in the mirror at my pigeon chest, I had to put my clothes on cause it made me depressed.

It doesn't matter who you are, there are stars in every city, in every house, and on every street.

No one can penetrate me. They only see what's in their own fancy, always.

Before you condemn me my friends, I suggest you look deep inside you. For good and evil exists in us all.