‘Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone?’
Tell me about it, the knees, the eyes, the hair, the washboard abs…oh wait, that was never there.
Lord won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
No you already have a Porsche with a psychdelic coloured paint job on it so don’t give me any of that making amends crap.
Lord won’t you buy me a colour TV?
given the prediliction for people in your line of the entertainments business for chucking them of hotel windows, I don’t think it would be prudent, besides if anyone got hurt they end up suing me for giving it to you in the 1st place and right now we don’t need anymore heat from the lawyers, the guys in the frocks have dropped us in it badly enough as it is.
Lord won’t you buy me a night on the town?
Don’t you think you have been hitting the town a little heavily of late? You really should think about laying off that stuff for a while, hey are you okay, what’s with the bug eyes, oh crap, hey can we get a doctor in here? any one, now … ah damnit, hey Peter get your lazy arse up and open the gates, we got a fresh one comming in, what, well I dont care about that , who is in charge here eh? jeez, give someone a set of keys and they think they run the joint