Someone once told me that the early David Bowie made up his lyrics by cutting up bits of magazines and creating a world of his own to sing about.

So, in a fun homage to Bowie I will give it a go. Singalong now in the style of Bowie.

Sticks in my craw.

We can't really believe it
The way things have changed.
We see them now, oh now, in the raw
And it sticks, yeah it sticks, in my craw.

(up tempo)

Oh yeah, sticks in my craw
Ooooh yeah, it sticks in my craw!
Show me baby, my pretty baby,
Show me baby, baby, the door!

(build again)

Once then, we would have known
How worlds, once should have grown
And we should have seen my daaaaarlin'
What a kind man would have been my daaaaarlin!

(tempo change pseudo sad)

Oh when a blind man sighs
Without, the blind man's eyes
And its a - very big- big suprise
That he holds (keep on the note now) such a bold disguise

(another tempo change)

This guy, this guy
This guy, this guy,
This guy stiiiiicks in my craw
And he's ooooopenly next door
On the the floor, the floor (echo sound effect).

Sticks in the craw (filtered echo receding)

I'd like you to make up some silly excuses for not paying a bill today. The best one gets their most expensive bill paid *subject to status and it being a day when there are no clouds in the sky, anywhere in the world.

I'll start you off:

"I'm sorry I can't pay the bill because the local postman has shrunk and cannot reach the letterbox anymore. He takes all our mail back to the post office where they set fire to it and dance around laughing like fools.