2 years less one day of just not knowing / The struggle is over now and we won.

It’s a twisted love song, a song of twisted love, for the woman I want but could never be mine.

The way decent folks treat each other, you have no conceptuality / it’s you and only you, no grip on reality.

We’re all a bit crazy here, it’s what keeps us from going insane.

Just for today, I’ll take some action; I won’t fall prey to my usual distraction.

They were five high school boys from the Island, they wanted to play that rock’n’roll.

I’ve seen rock’n’roll’s future, and his name is Bruce Springsteen, yeah / Listen to the chords he’s playing, try to understand a word he’s saying.

What’s wrong with finding the Answer? What’s wrong with finding the Return?

Well, I never got the nerve up to ask you And it looks like you got that trouble yourself You make my heart race like a four forty every...

With friends like these ....

or: Heard It on the Highway, no. 3 Well, I heard it on the highway, coming through from way beyond It was so unmistakably true, I had to...

Yourself, myself / Himself, herself / Ourself, reading books from the shelf / How many words can you force a rhyme with elf?

All my friends are in the joint, and I’m the only one of the old gang out on the street.

I’m schizophrenic, and so am I.

Sticks and stones, they break my bones / But condescension kills me.

You know your act is failing when you tumble into the audience, nobody catches you, and you fall flat on your face.

Now that you know just what it was, do you still love me just because?

It’s not a game of kiss and tell.

Turn off the light, haul yourself to bed / Better kill those images dancing in your head.

You know it’s so hard to find good honest rock’n’roll on the radio these days / From the old craze to the next phase.