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There Was Some Women In A Café The Other Week That I Was Sat In, And She Came Up And She Sat Down With Her Mate And She Was Talkin' Loudly Goin' On About "oh The Baby's Lovely." They Said It's Got, Er, Lovely Big Eyes, Er, Really Big Hands And Feet. Now That Doesn't Sound Like A Nice Baby To Me. I Felt Like Sayin' It Sounds Like A Frog. But I Thought I Don't Know Her, There's Only So Much You Can Say To A Stranger. I Don't Know What Kept Me From Sayin' It.

That Impresses Me More, Inventin' Electricity.

I Could Eat A Knob At Night.

I Say Have The Night And Give People The Awards, But Why Do People Want To Watch People Win Awards? What Are They Getting Out Of It? I Don't Quite Get It. Because They Have Awards All The Time; There's Awards For Butchers, The Best Meat Served, But They Don't Televise It. I Don't Know Why They Do It For Films Or Tv Programs.

It's Interesting To See That People Had So Much Clutter Even Thousands Of Years Ago. The Only Way To Get Rid Of It All Was To Bury It, And Then Some Archaeologist Went And Dug It All Up.