| Song | The Hairy Years |
| Artist | The Trash Can Sinatras |
| Album | I've Seen Everything |
| I lingered within earshot of the seaside souvenier shopfront | |
| (Itchy fingers sweating on a snoscene, little puppy eyes dart) | |
| A tiny world is ending, detective is descending | |
| (All the savings gone on bloody day one, little butterflies start) | |
| Here began my hairy years | |
| Set me down on a country lane myself | |
| Drinking myself lame | |
| Call, collect and gather me, take me intravenously | |
| Or I'll just prowl the hills | |
| It's hares and hunts, you scour the country | |
| We are not Jack and Jill | |
| Why do you tumble after me? |