I Don't Know What It

I Say, Billy, What’s The Use In Playing Croquet When You’re Doomed? He Says, Frankie, What’s The Use Of Not Playing Croquet When You’re Doomed?

You Have To Give Yourself Credit, Not Too Much Because That Would Be Bragging.

Sing Your Song. Dance Your Dance. Tell Your Tale.

The English Wouldn't Give You The Steam Of Their Piss.

I Don't Know What It Means And I Don't Care Because It's Shakespeare And It's Like Having Jewels In My Mouth When I Say The Words.