I was very young when I first heard Peculia Clart's
Don't Sleep in the Subway, Darling. In those days I didn't know many
subways, but there was one from one side of Clapham Common station to the
other. That was often frequented by Tramps, and when Peculia sand about not
sleeping in the subway it was that that I thought she was asking him not to
do.


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Work like the ponies in coalmines.
Dance like the teardrop explodes.
Love like you're Frank in Blue Velvet.
Sing as though your little throat would burst.