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`Do you think he's galloping to glory?' Soap asked.

`No,' said Omally. `I don't.'

`Do you know what I like about Brentford?' Soap asked.

`No,' said Omally. `I don't.'

`What I like about Brentford,' said Soap. `Is that nothing ever changes here. I've been away on my
travels beneath for nearly ten years and now I'm back and it's just as if I'd never been away.

`Cheers to that,' said Omally.

`Cheers to that,' said Soap.

The Lord of the Old Button Hole




It was plain he'd come out for a stroll,

The Lord of the Old Button Hole.

The Ceted celebrity dead in the wreck.

The keys to the boathouse at rest in his neck.

The vandals who did it are far off by now,

And I'm blessed I'll be had for a bumpkin.



Some kind of a chump in the goal,

Said the Lord of the Old Button Hole.

Hunting the hedgerows for samples and stuff

The house is deserted, the ball's in the rough.
The vandals are rattling locks at the back,

And I'm blessed I'll be had for a bumpkin.



A little more cheese in the roll,