I love you from the bottom, of my pencil case I love you in the songs, I write and sing Love you because, you put me in my rightful place And I love the PRS cheques, that you bring . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Cheap, never cheap I'll sing you songs till you're asleep When you've gone upstairs I'II creep And write it all down . . . . . . . . .  Guests