Ladies and gentlemen, I've suffered for my music, now it's your
turn.
Freedom is the handle on the bucket of your soul, the image of illusion
in the goldfish of your bowl, the shampoo of perfection in the bathroom
of your dreams, freedom is the universe and everything it seems, oh
yes, we are the slaves of freedom.
We used to think he [Eric Idle] had delusions of grandeur, now we know it's only grandeur.