Soldier, you got to get out more.
There is life after property.
Everyone has got a finder's fee.
Find something difficult to do and do it.

Write your english music,
write your english music,
write your english music.
Run free.

She tasted of the Christmas wines and said:
"So many things have run through me.
I know the altar boys, they just wanna do me and that's fine...
You got to have faith. Yeah, you got to have it..."
Once again, it's a quarter-to-three by Ambleside-by-the-Sea,
and something's telling you: "Boy, it's time to take sides!"
And something's telling you: "Boy, it's time to take sides!"
And something's telling you: "Boy, it's time to take sides,
and write your English Music, though you know it will come to no good
when brilliance has a taste for suffering,
and you're softer than the western world..."