The mail men were tagging my head as I am much wanted
I make a hack bleat
Take care of the Pence and the hounds will take care of themselves
Wake a leg or two
Make love tracks
Shake the wit on Hampstead Heath
Fake a cake using rubber and glue
Take the guilt off the winger’s bed
Take your upper hand off
Take umbrage as a gift if invited to tea in the UK
Take with a rain of salt water on ice
They married but he has taken her back
He has the walk of a Devil
Stalk the talk
Talk through one’s cat
Talk to the right hand
Not at all gory
There’s no such thing as a free hunch
Lazy old sayings
That seems tawdry
How my heart sings 