mc5 - ... so help me God.

My stint in a paper perforating shop ended when I was sacked for being a tearaway.

Min you, not as bad as being sacked from that brass band for blowing my own trumpet.

I had to quick as a sheep castrator because... well, it was just bollocks.

Ahem... I mean, I had to quit as a sheep castrator because... well, it was just bollocks.

After my unsuccessful stint at the fairground I became a seamstress, but someone stitched me up.