This
bloody oil is making me sweat under these lights.
Maybe there might be some talent here tonight? Nah! I think that every night, and what do I get to choose
from? A bunch of raving loonies screaming at a bare chest. Some nights I'm afraid to drop me daks. I see them panting
after me like a pack of hounds and I'm the fox.
These other four aren't much help, pushing me into the line of fire again.
Jeez, that old blonde bag's here again.
I'm glad it's Julian she's coming to see. Wonder how she'd feel if she
knew his real name's Bert?
Here goes
the music, unzip the zip, drop the daks, turn around so they can get an eyeful of me bum.
Look at 'em, screaming for me to drop me keks too. Well, sod 'em, they're
not getting a look at MY willie tonight!
