Lyrics:

FZ: Thank you, good night... Thank you, if you'll... if you sit down and be quiet, we'll make an attempt to, ah, perform Brown Shoes Don't Make It.

Man in uniform: Back on your seats, come on, we'll help you back to your seats, come on...

Guy in the audience: Take that man out of here! Oh! Go away! Take that uniform off man! Take that bloody uniform before it's fuckin' too late, man!

FZ: Everybody in this room is wearing a uniform, and don't kid yourself.

Guy in the audience: [...] man!

FZ: You'll hurt your throat, stop it!