Yeah, you. Rockerboy.
What the hell are you doing up so early?
I thought the whole point of being a leather-trousered, butter-coloured-fringed-leather-jacketed, bandana-to-hide-the-bald-spot-in-the-goldilocks-curls embodiment of the wet dreams and silent longings of hair-metal air-guitar contest finalists the world over was so that 7 AM would be something only rumoured to happen to other people.
What the hell are you doing up so early?
I thought the whole point of being a leather-trousered, butter-coloured-fringed-leather-jacketed, bandana-to-hide-the-bald-spot-in-the-goldilocks-curls embodiment of the wet dreams and silent longings of hair-metal air-guitar contest finalists the world over was so that 7 AM would be something only rumoured to happen to other people.