She said, "There's something in the woodshed And I can hear it breathing, it's such an eerie feeling, darling" He said "There's nothing in the woodshed
with a Cartier pin! I couldn't have liked it more! I've been to a marvellous party We played a wonderful game: Maureen disappeared And came back in a
Sing a happy song 'cause Spring does not last long A flower blooms and then it's gone Summer follows fast, make hay while it lasts Don't ever dwell upon
"Who'll have a fishy On a little dishy? Who will have a fishy When the boat comes..." And then he says, "With our glasses both raised in a toast Let's
Baby, life's what you make it - can't escape it Baby, yesterday's favourite; don't you hate it? Everything's all right... life's what you make it Baby
for a mate, But fate plays cruel tricks And seven turns to six. Still he's alone... Along comes number five: Eureka, I'm alive! I think therefour I am a
your fingers clicking To the rhythm and the rhyme Otherwise, you'll just be kicking around And that's a crime How can you talk that way On such a lovely
re going where the air is free On the national express There's a jolly hostess Selling crisps and tea She'll provide you with drinks And theatrical winks For a
Radioactivity Is in the air for you and me Radioactivity Discovered by Madame Curie Radioactivity Tune in to the melody Radio Aktivität Fü
no need 'Cause people don't buy the right magazine Take a look in the mirror and see Exactly how worthless you are In a rut? Can't get out? Don't know
be your lover 'Cos when you're with me I can't help but be So desperately Uncontrollably happy And hey, I'm not the kind To fall in love without good reason And if that's a
"This book deals with epiphenomenalism, which has to do with consciousness as a mere accessory of physiological processes whose presence or absence...
world She's a fake! Sure, but she's a real fake On the make! Making up for lost time Just you wait! Hey, give the girl a break And a fifty dollar bill
Priests and fools say We are but animate clay Rude vessels Housing immortal souls But the dead only quickly decay They don't go about being born and
Humpty-Dumpty got so drunk he thought that he could sing Now every rag and glossy mag thinks he's the next big thing Watch the floodgates swinging open
make the break Before I take my frustrations out on you Just break on through Don't you ever, in your dreams Take a lover and make her scream? Well if I were you I'd ride away To a
those lost things go? When they slip from my hands Then one night in a dream I passed through a sheepskin screen To a green, pleasant land I found them