My word look at that sky! We'll have to work like demons to get it down. Look at the contrasts, the whites, the black... You lock me in the cellar and feed me pins! Pins! Pins! Ew!
I think we'd better be getting home, now, Johnny.
What's for tea, Mother? Maggots on Toast?
Written by Eddie Miller
, Robert Yount, and Dub Williams
Performed by Paul Whitehouse See more