"Poppycocteau" So then I went to Liverpool, and got held up outside a nightclub by two merchant seamen who said: "give us your money or give us your trousers." And as I handed them my trousers... (Well, you've got to make the Most of Life, haven't you?) Morrissey August/Winter Eighty-hate.
Oh ye who go about saying unto each other, "Hello, sailor!":
