A song I wrote about living our lives as nocturnal belfry bats fuelled by booze and nose gay narcotics we'd flutter back at dawn after sharing shrink spiel and serotonin Smarties at all the high octane triple (P) ,  Piss  Powder and Pretence parties in Harrogate, is there any wonder that we all became neurotic suffering from nervous breakdowns and depression the Spanish au pairs around at that time always sounded and sang similar to Carmen Miaranda rolling their R's like a pair of castanets .