It Is A Glorious Thing To Be

When Everyone Is Somebody, Then No One's Anybody.

Bow, Bow, Ye Lower Middle Classes! Bow, Bow, Ye Tradesmen, Bow, Ye Masses!

So I Fell In Love With A Rich Attorney's Elderly Ugly Daughter.

Strike The Concertina's Melancholy String! Blow The Spirit-stirring Harp Like Any Thing! Let The Piano's Martial Blast Rouse The Echoes Of The Past

Let The Punishment Fit The Crime.