On the showbiz express
Summer of Love
Your feet will bleed
I don’t think I can go a whole thummer without boyth
Into the bosoms of the Dother ship
Out of control yoof
He had everything a dream boy should have
I’m not an Irish dancing broom
I want to live! I want to live!
Lying in my squirrel room
Night of the Vampire Bats
Whooo-hoo-oooo
“Just call me Fox. Blaise Fox.”
Dance of the Sugar Plum Bikey
He’s like a wild animal
Heathcliff, it’s me
“Get your ears on, dudes!”
It was time to grow into my knees
Withering Tights
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