I Don't Do Any Vulgar Movements.

I'm Strictly For Stevenson. I Don't Dig The Intellectual Bit, But I'm Telling You, Man, He Knows The Most.

Where Could I Go But To The Lord?

On A Cold And Gray Chicago Morning Another Little Baby Child Is Born In The Ghetto, And His Mama Cries.

Rock And Roll Music, If You Like It, If You Feel It, You Can't Help But Move To It. That's What Happens To Me. I Can't Help It.'

C'mon, Let's Get Real, Real Gone.