mc5 - ... so help me God.

So I moved on to take a couple of jobs in the circus, but I just couldn't keep juggling them all.

I then took up sports - tennis, basketball, squash etc, - but it was just too many balls in the air.

I tried working as a dream analyst, but it was just a nightmare.

I took up interior decorating, but I got plastered

Then I tried being a trawlerman, but there was just something fishy about it.

I was doing watch repairs for a while. At first it went like clockwork, but then I got ticked off.

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.

My last job as a Cartesian philosopher was going well, but my boss started thinking less of it until it no longer existed.

Before that, I sold turkeys until my company was gobbled up.