I've got to take under my wing, / Tra la, / A most unattractive old thing, / Tra la, / With a caricature of a face.

Nothing? Nothing, Tra la la?

I knew with The West Wing that that wasn't going to be for very long, that I was just the red herring.

Life is made up of interruptions.

In enterprise of martial kind / When there was any fighting, / He led his reg'ment from behind / He found it less exciting.

I'm a greenery-yallery, Grosvenor Gallery, / Foot-in-the-grave young man!