God made the beaver, who built their own lakes...
And Uwe plays Gibsons, and buys all their makes...
But lyrical writing, I don't really know...
So I'd best not upset him, and just let it go...
Better we all stick to playing...?
Mr Powell... you went the other mile an grabbed it... truly nasty...
The one on the left looks like my mum, and she used to sing...
Bret... Mark needs no help with the innuendos...
