On Saturdays I Worked All

I Recorded A Song Called, I Fall To Pieces, And I Was In A Car Wreck. Now I'm Worried Because I Have A Brand-new Record, And It's Called Crazy!

The Final Words Of A Domestic Bully: If You Leave Me Now Furious Angels Will Descend Upon You And Bring You Back To Me.

I Suppose I Could Have Sat Back And Pitied Myself. For A Time I Wondered If I'd Ever Be Able To Go On To A Stage And Perform Again. After A Couple Of Weeks I Began To Feel I Could Fight My Way Back To Health If I Put My Mind To It. I Thought To Myself: 'pity Never Did Anybody Any Good. Go On. Patsy, Show 'em What You Can Do'

If You Can't Do It With Feeling - Don't.

Oh, I Just Sing Like I Hurt Inside.