Away the lads, the lads away,
we're going away on holiday...

Fame, fame fame. What's your name? What's your...
Ah, the delicious irony...

He lurks around the corner
with his creaking, aching frame...

Tree stands solid
on road side...

In light years from now, the Planet Zog will be...
and Zoggians will live in fright of a knock on the...

'You're not going out wearing that!'
said my son in disgust at my grey trilby hat...

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie,
She's gone, gone, gone...

Through the visions, through the dreams,
Through the crazy-hair brained schemes...

You're delicious,
yet nutritious...

She's hanging by her fingernails,
she's hanging by a thread...

Well I'm a supermarket Greeter
and I'm very pleased to meet ya...

It’s Christmas Jumper Day today,
down at the Department of Dross...