Nothing To Do With Me

Absurd and sensible

Quite unacceptable

Let go, pull your leg off

Control, out of control

It's the bed-wetting thing

That brought us here doctor

It's the bed-wetting thing

You tripped

Dog on a leash

You had never noticed

Nothing to do with me

Says he weeing his feet

Well, it won't go away overnight

But it will go away

In the end

You did such a great job

With the boiler last time

Please, can you mend my baby?

He hasn't moved for three weeks

Don't they use coffins

When they are that small

I don't want this poor thing in my house

Sir, my chin

Has been getting rather hot lately

So lick your chin, stand on a tall building in the stiff breeze

Don't know what to do, it's Saturday night

I seek good advice

From whom knows what's right

Why don't you ring friends

And go for a few drinks and then go see a movie

Did you prescribe my daughter a pound of heroin?

I'm sorry, I can't see, I think I've blinded myself

Did you prescribe my daughter a pound of heroin?

I'm sorry, I can't see, I think I've blinded myself

It isn't a spot, it is a baby

You're not a doctor, you're a wanker