TV THEME: I smoke your cigarettes, I don't smoke mine. Blow us some bubbles before we both die. You've got the arms, but I've got the spine - my jellyroll apple pie. Born with a finger but never a fist. Blessed with an ignorance, cursed with a wit. I know that it doesn't get better than this. We might as well spoil it. Baby, baby; fuck this noise.

DELIVERY VS. PAYMENT: Dial 9. I don't deal in entertainment. I deliver versus payment. Bought up on boil washing, does it smell just like approval? I can pray and pray and pray tonight you're Jeannie and I'm Larry Hagman. Battenberg or Mountbatten. You're still just gravy waiting to happen. I'll arrange my own arraignment. You're the claim and I'm the claimant. Bitten tongue, I dress my naked eye. You taste administration like a risen gorge. Unzip - it's ok I got smoker's toothpaste. I'll warrant even Charlie Babbage tripped up on someone else's baggage. I know you love that stupid voice, but baby's sick of blowing bubbles that keep bursting. I'm so sorry. Drain the water feature. Don't answer back.

ALPHA ROMEO: You can still remember when the open neck and the dirtier martini took them arm in arm and spun them round and round, sinking a Bellini like a depth charge. Growing ugly habits for each ugly year, but ugly's getting harder. She's the sort should never be allowed to steer. If you're a sucker for a martyr, you're a sucker for anything. LIMA INDIA ALPHA ROMEO, DELTA INDIA NOVEMBER ECHO, WHISKEY INDIA TANGO HOTEL, ALL THE LADIES THAT CAME TO YOUR SHOW. She put it in your mouth; you tell her it tastes like Chicken. Got to give it five while they just check it's pure; leave-it on-the table. They can see you sweat, they know that you're unsure. Someone's gonna smell you. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, they always do. You've been chasing teenagers around the pool. You could never keep your beak shut. Vinegar for pigeons; daddy broke his stool. Clip a wing. A good luck charmer. Special; keep him alive. LIMA INDIA ALPHA ROMEO. She put it in your mouth, you tell her It tastes like Chicken.

HOW I WROTE THE FRENCH LIEUTENANT'S WOMAN:...she snared my wasp in her venus flytrap...

WHEEZYBOY: Who borrowed you my fingers? Spit mascara, knuckle eye. You panda streak. I don't know what we talked about. Drop-gather to cloudburst. My running pace won't help me fly, and all I'll have tomorrow is a broken mouth. Bought luck and good intentions. Months spent in a sicker bed, I'm sweating pure salbutamol. Don't kiss my face. You want the piece I mentioned. Hold my nose and crack my head. Dig into my mouth, find chewed up love replaced. Put it right back where you found it put it right back where you found it. Put it away. FOXFIRE. THIS AIN'T NO HULLABULLUSION. HIGH WIRE. SHE HITS THE FLOOR LIKE ORIGINAL SIN. FOXFIRE: OH LOCK AND LOAD, I HUNT IT DOWN, BEFORE I KNOW IT I'M A P-PARIAH CHEWING ON A MISFIRE. Just wait a, give me a, just wait a, I need a SECOND. FOXFIRE. It's buried in my stomach. I'll fawn and patter round your feet, but if you think I'm worth the effort then I'll run a mile. Forgot how to be holy I've long forgotten how to read. Missing teeth in bad dreams I should learn to dance. Tongue cut on my chin again. Please sit me in the bathtub. Feed me a banana, stop me seeing stars.

COPPER: Distance. I'm going to turn you into smoke. I'll steal another cigarette. I'll practice if you preach. Skip a stone; your body is a piece of glass that washed up on the beach. I know that you've got it in for me. I've got it in for you. I'll carry your silver bullets, babe, if you carry mine too. Rabbits from hats. I'm escaping with what you hold dear. You've been dug up from a mile of snow and thrown into the sea. Do I look sweet? Bag over the head, black tongue, fat afterthought to bleed. Where will you go? What did you hear? Who told you that? Who's filling up your head with all these useless things? Copper fingers, copper tongue. I've never seen a smile quite as wide as yours. We've got time.

I AM HAN SOLO, FROZEN IN CARBONITE: I Am Han Solo - Frozen in Carbonite. No luck with other people's bodies. Get Billy a guitar. He sucks the hot out of the toddy, and panics at the bar. His body is a metronome. He's shredded by defence. There's personality and there's uncomfortably intense. Growing Indoors for much too long. I think you know the drill. Miscarried pause. Ruin the song. Another Salty pill. A cupboard full of hydroponics. A Stomach full of glue. There's no better tonic then a triple dose of you. A firework. A Whirling Dervish. Another stupid noise. These are the perks; the karma credit from losing equipoise. He's confident as plate tectonics. He's Dos Equis and Lime. He wishes ILM would freeze his body in its prime.

TRANSGENIC MOUSE XENOTRANSPLANT: Noise does not necessarily mean loud.

4444: I'd like to find out what you smell like. I'd like to find out what you'll tolerate. I like uncomfortable laughter. There's only so long that the dish can marinate before the flavour spoils. Down on all fours. I wrote this song; it's not good for dancing but it might make you smile. You'll catch me micro waving light bulbs. I think I trapped a dwarf called happy, you can scratch him like a little itch. You've got me spatch-cocked like a tired piece of game. This might sound like another funeral, but I swear it sounds like wedding bells when I close my eyes. I wrote this song; it's not good for dancing but it might make you smile. Honey take that frown off of your, mouth. You think I'm being sinister, I'm just moving south. I chewed all the tobacco in your tin. I think I win.

HITHIKERS MIGHT BE ESCAPING INMATES: I correct your diary with red ink. Between your calves with a telephone. I joined the priory for a free drink. I want you to go home. I used to think you were a cold fish. I used to think you were quite a catch. I'll stop your mouth with a lollipop. I'll stop your mouth with an oestrogen patch. You feed me meat I that I can't keep down. My goal is substance. Your goal is style. There's a tooth behind this long, long frown. There's a hole behind this wide, wide smile. A plastic orange in a fruit bowl. I'm underwritten by an unrequited lover. I'm drunken legged like a newborn foal. Four of that and five of the other. Are you writing all this down, my love? Why count the days of dirty dog dates. Why can't I get out of the car, my love? Because hitchhikers might be escaping inmates.