Oh, demon alcohol, sad memories I can't recall.

There was a gas strike, oil strike, lorry strike, bread strike, got to be a Superman to survive.

I met her in a club down in North Soho, where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola.

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

Silly boy, you got so much to live for, so much to aim for, so much to try for.

The intellectual controls the spiritual, the animal respects the natural.

Put all the pervs in jail, bring back the birch and cat-o-nine tails.