You Cried For Night - It Falls.

There's Man All Over For You, Blaming On His Boots The Fault Of His Feet.

The Bicycle Is A Great Good. But It Can Turn Nasty, If Ill Employed.

Nothing Is Funnier Than Unhappiness.

Let Me Go To Hell, That's All I Ask, And Go On Cursing Them There, And Them Look Down And Hear Me, That Might Take Some Of The Shine Off Their Bliss.

Perhaps My Best Years Are Gone. When There Was A Chance Of Happiness. But I Wouldn't Want Them Back. Not With The Fire In Me Now. No, I Wouldn't Want Them Back.