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

There Was A Gas Strike, Oil Strike, Lorry Strike, Bread Strike, Got To Be A Superman To Survive.

In Your Heart There Is Innocence Waiting To Be Free.

I Met Her In A Club Down In North Soho, Where You Drink Champagne And It Tastes Just Like Coca-cola.

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

I Still Like To Keep Tapes Of The Few Minutes Before The Final Take, Things That Happen Before The Session. Maybe It's Superstitious, But I Believe If I Had Done Things Differently - If I Had Walked Around The Studio Or Gone Out - It Wouldn't Have Turned Out That Way.