We Found That We Didn't

Tis But A Scratch!" "a Scratch? Your Arm's Off!" "no It Isn't." "then What's That?" "oh Come On, Pansy!

When Danger Reared Its Ugly Head, He Bravely Turned His Tail And Fled.

I Mean, If I Went 'round Saying I Was An Emperor, Just Because Some Moistened Bint Had Lobbed A Scimitar At Me, They'd Put Me Away!

We Don't Deliberately Set Out To Offend. Unless We Feel It's Justified.

I Think That All Good, Right Thinking People In This Country Are Sick And Tired Of Being Told That All Good, Right Thinking People In This Country Are Fed Up With Being Told That All Good, Right Thinking People In This Country Are Fed Up With Being Sick And Tired. I'm Certainly Not, And I'm Sick And Tired Of Being Told That I Am.