I Like Surfers. Their Imagery, It's Great.

Taken Everything I've Got, All I've Got's This Sunny Afternoon.

Terrorist Bombers On The Left, Fascist Plots On The Right.

Silly Boy, You Got So Much To Live For, So Much To Aim For, So Much To Try For.

I've Written So Many Songs About Englishmen, I Have To Go Elsewhere.

How Was I Conceived? Was It Love, Was I Meant, Or Was I Just An Accident?