I am gonna go to Hollywood, I am, I'm gonna be a big star, my name in lights and stretched limosine, a house in Beverly Hills you know what I mean, I'm gonna be a great big movie star.
You are talking out of your arse son, you can't appeal to anyone, you sit around in your grubby little pants, with your packet of biscuits and a pen in your hands, that is when your hand isn't down your grubby little pants.
You'll see, nobody can stop me, my name is going down in history.
You write all your letters to MGM, on your exercise book with your booky's pen, nobody in Hollywood will be receiving them.
Why has nobody been receiving them? Has someone, someone been diverting them?
Yes it was me, I broke into your flat, and nicked all your letters from your Scooby Doo bag, then buried them under a pile of farmyard shite.
This year's works holiday, was two weeks away in Greece, it was all arranged by Terry who gets flights cheap, I did not find out about it till the day before they left, no details on the notice-board I was completely in the dark.
When he got on to the plane his bag was full of heroin, Terry had placed there the previous day, he told him it was sherbet, and he ate the flippin' lot, his head swelled up and he farted and destroyed the flamin' jet.
When I got back home, my job had been taken by Terry's brother, and the bank manager had repossessed me house, there’s a warrant out for my arrest, for non payment of rates, no details had been sent to me I was completely in the dark.