Blow your brains out and do it right, make sure it's on prime time and on Saturday night.

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

I'm not cheap, you understand, I'm just a cut price person in a low budget land.

Live life, see it through. Carry on, it's all you can do.

Dissatisfied with what I am, I want to be a better man.

Money's the solution, curing all the ails of the nation. But what about the hearts of man?

How was I conceived? Was it love, was I meant, or was I just an accident?