I'm Very Emotional; I Think I May

In The Early Days, We Just Wore Black Onstage. Very Bold, My Dear. Then We Introduced White, For Variety, And It Simply Grew And Grew.

Get On Your Bikes And Ride!

Is This The Real Life? Is This Just Fantasy? Caught In A Landslide, No Escape From Reality. Open Your Eyes, Look Up To The Skies And See, I'm Just A Poor Boy, I Need No Sympathy, Because I'm Easy Come, Easy Go, Little High, Little Low, Any Way The Wind Blows Doesn't Really Matter To Me, To Me.

Can You Imagine How Terrible It Is When You've Got Everything And You're Still Desperately Lonely? That Is Awful Beyond Words.

This Thing Called Love, It Cries Like A Baby In A Cradle All Night. It Swings, It Jives, It Shakes All Over Like A Jelly Fish. I Kinda Like It.