| Lyric | Song Title |
| 'You're sweet but you're just four feet/And you still got your baby teeth/You're too young and I'm too well hung, but...' | |
| 'I'm looking for pound notes, loose change, bad checks, anything' | |
| ''Twas the ultimate mutation/Yin was searching for his yang/And he looked/And he saw that it was good' | |
| 'You're a naughty one, [title]' | |
| 'No light fantastic ever crosses my mind/That meditation stuff can make you go blind/Just crank that volume to the point of pain/Why waste good music on a brain?' | |
| 'I saw her on Monday, 'twas my lucky bun day/You know what I mean/I love her each weekday, each velvety cheek day/You know what I mean' | |
| 'If she's not on the five-nineteen/Then I'm gonna know what sorrow means/And I'm gonna cry, cry, cry...' | |
| 'Scratching in your henhouse/Sniffing at your feedbag/Slipping out your back door/I'm leaving my spray' | |
| '[Title], where the demons dwell/Where the banshees live and they do live well' | |
| 'I'm living in a [title]/Don't want to stay in this [title]/Don't want to die in this [title]/Girl get me out of this [title]' | |
| 'Oh what good things mother makes/You've got to take tea, won't you take it with me?/What a gay time it will be' | |
| 'Listen, it's like a Mozart symphony/Listen, it's something just for you and me' | |
| A work-in-progress that Nigel plays on the piano ('Just simple lines intertwining...I'm really influenced by Mozart and Bach...It's like a Mach piece, really.') | |