mc5 - Electric sock treatment

My car is dirty and stays out all night so I'm going to have it spayed.

[Rosie] re: your dirty car - if it tries to mount the pavement, just throw a bucket of cod water over it.

My car is amphibious and goes fast on the strait. (Chalky) It often does but paradoxically it's the tyre, not the pavement, that gets fucked.

I dive a spots car, which is very fat.

I drive an old Proon.

Do we think this game has, perhaps, run its curse?

[Kim] Indeed. The end of the word as we know it. What's the winning lie?

I think there is still lie in the old do yet.

There's a windswept garage at the top of the hill that sells moors.

[Rosie] What a load of garage!

(Kim) Not my cup of tea. I prefer a Sting quartet. But steer me well away from County.

[Rosie] As a teenager, I was into gunge.

(Kim) I used to like gospel rock, e.g. Buddy Holy.

In my day it was Ill Haley, Cliff Ricard and The Sadows, Tomy Seel, Rank Ifield and all those kind of po siners.

Cliff, we know, released a lot of hit records.

I particularly liked the baroque style of the Bach Boys. (Kim) Too right!

IT'S A COKUP (sic). I've left out a vowel instead of a consonant. Sorree!

I enjoyed the Shadows. Their lighter shade of ale was good stuff.

If there's one thing that turns on an alcoholic masochist it's a good biter. (Duj) Must've been a cover version. :-)