Well you can do what you wanna do... & you can say what you wanna say. You can do what you wanna do. Gotta tell ya baby - you & I are through yeah !
Down at the beach with Mrs. Mc Gregor. When will you learn? You silly little beggar. So you fall prey, during most of the day, to the sting of the ultra
A plastic suit & no cause of death. Everyday fish, don't need to hold their breath. Was he lookin' for something to do? Did he have something to say...
Counting time with cigarettes & coffee spoons, You wish the weeks away, but the weekends over too soon. The television's not your friend it make things
really be much better on top of one. Sitting here surrounded by traffic. Locked in a stationary sardine tin! I'm in a rage with everything on the road
...all I'm asking is that you let me sing just one number.... Yeah I know you are & I say you can't Well that's just not fair.... Well it's my band,
