The Little House I Used To Live In Songtext / Lyric

FZ: Thank you, good night . . . Thank you, if you'll . . . if you sit down and be quiet, we'll make an attempt to, ah, perform Brown Shoes Don't Make It.

Man In Uniform: Back on your seats, come on, we'll help you back to your seats, come on . . .

Guy In The Audience: Take that man out of here! Oh! Go away! Take that uniform off man! Take that bloody uniform before it's fuckin' too late, man! FZ: Everybody in this room is wearing a uniform, and don't kid yourself.

Guy In The Audience: . . . man! FZ: You'll hurt your throat, stop it!